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Alone
The only thing we possess to console the loneliness are the memories.
When you realize your lonely soul is all you have,
love is really just a buffer to the primitive truth,
every human being is trapped alone inside themselves.
Our soul is alone in our body.
The mind is alone.
The only constant is the daily plague of our own thoughts chain.
When you realize your lonely soul is all you have,
love is really just a buffer to the primitive truth,
every human being is trapped alone inside themselves.
Our soul is alone in our body.
The mind is alone.
The only constant is the daily plague of our own thoughts chain.
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