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Alone with myself, being accustomed to my inner demons, I am filled with rapture to have more freedom, but my heart aches for another soul, for I cannot tolerate with myself.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
Solitude
Alone with myself, being accustomed to my inner demons, I am filled with rapture to have more freedom, but my heart aches for another soul, for I cannot tolerate with myself.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
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