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*I always liked to be optimistic in my fiction writing. My characters of course would face all the problems of the world, but never alone. They always had a friend or someone they could lean on. They never knew the sharp, cutting pain of what it means to be truly alone. I can't read it when I'm lonely. Or ever, really. It stings to know I'll never have what I've always dreamed of.*
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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*I always liked to be optimistic in my fiction writing. My characters of course would face all the problems of the world, but never alone. They always had a friend or someone they could lean on. They never knew the sharp, cutting pain of what it means to be truly alone. I can't read it when I'm lonely. Or ever, really. It stings to know I'll never have what I've always dreamed of.*
a-new-optimism
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
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