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2 b alone
is to die
we all die a little
while being alone
feeling free and most alive

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mamasan commented on untitled

11-11-2009

Depends why you are alone for it is a time when you can gather your thoughts and figure out what intentions work out for your needs.......

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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