you do not really
give up loneliness
whether you like it
or not, it is already
a part of you, you were
born with it and you
will die with it.
unless, yes unless,
you accept it as a way
of life, as a normal
beatification of the
saint in you which you
have not yet known.
when you were born
you were born alone.
do not expect much.
when you die, you
die alone, for in
truth, who likes to
die with you?
and you will tell me.
i'll find love, love
is everywhere, love is
everybody, ...find it.
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