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there's a lonliness i feel. and we all think it's only ours. and i guess there's arguments on both sides. there's this need that no other person can ever meet. and yet, though it's been proven time and time again, though some later incarnation of the myth i call me will laugh at me and say cruelly what one lover after another gingerly walked around because it broke them too, i still cannot help but feel when it's night time and there's soft music playing on the drive home, that yeah maybe she missed the point, as i probably did, as this song does, always sliding off of some pure moment like light into the rehashing that is sight, but it was enough. and then despite it all, i think words, ridiculous words in some sense, in all they seek to contain, words like ever after, mean something. are the very pain of recognizing beauty enough to know it eludes us eventually.
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