To the extent that one is responsible for one’s life, one is alone.




(No Ratings Yet)A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.




(No Ratings Yet)It’s indifference that breaks hearts, not love.




(No Ratings Yet)…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…




(No Ratings Yet)Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness




(No Ratings Yet)Stories are our gifts to a world that doesn’t see us.




(No Ratings Yet)It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.




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