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I sit pondering.
Is there really someone for everyone? How can a shattered person know? Learning to conquer all those silly, insecurities brought on with the follies of youth. Recalling, times when I was sure, every minute spent alone would bring about death from loneliness. I now have, joy in silence. I have made friends with the person in the mirror. Life Begins Anew With Every Single Breath.
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