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i have heard the lonely voices of lonely people missing pieces of people they once were and once were happily rid of but assuming they miss the whole of it. i analyze this. it is not the ex-anything they seek to regain but the sense of the familiar unchanged. a lull in the rush of the nervous, stranger-blush, a re-connubial bliss... which does not exist. i analyze this. i do not get lonely to feel this is to feel the emptiness which something, someone once filled. i do not expect a void to be voided by another soul when the hole is in my own. i analyze this. |