companionship.

One can be the most loved in the world – and yet, still the loneliest person.

Ah, this misery; surely it has elsewhere to go.

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13 Feb This entry was published on February 13, 2012 at 7:42 PM and is filed under friendship woes, life in moments, random muses. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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