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Life is such a lonely thing.  We all go through it alone.  Step by step, day by day.  It’s all alone.  Real love is so rare… why would I think that I would ever find it for myself?  Literally impossible.  And so I have to ask myself, what is the point of living if this is the case?

I don’t want to spend my life alone.  But, it’s everyone’s fate.  Why do any of us agree to do this?  How can life have meaning at all if this is the case?

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