The WHOLE World Inside of ME

I’ve always known.

No matter how, where, when, who, why…I’m (you’re) ultimately alone.

Rare is Rare.

Common is common.

I came to terms with this as a 5 year old sitting on the back doorstep listening to my parents bitch about me being late for tea. I just sat there. Alone.

It was fine by me :o)

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