it's like I just want to fold this post. Close it with this nudge.
There's a novel between dates.
What happened ? In half a year, a lot.

The real corny thing I'm finding is that satisfaction is within.

You can't escape loneliness, but you can embrace it and thereby flatten it. It's just delaying
the inevitable.

Embrace it, no one to lend an ear - to flatten the story, nothing to tell.

GOOD LUCK :)

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