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Jun 2020
It is not as sad to die alone.... (relief, escape, freedom, end)
As it is to live alone and die the slow lonely death of never giving the love you wish to share and feel.
It is a sadness that only the bearer can know for the witnesses only ever saw loneliness' outer shell if they even noticed at all.
I could love you.... so easily would I do so.
Tony Tweedy
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Tony Tweedy  M/Australia
(M/Australia)   
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