And this priceless gift, beyond the insults of diamonds, of gold - cannot be taken - only given. And it is not transplanted - simply extended. Because we cannot bare to face an unalienable truth - we are alone. Alone - all one. Loneliness is a symptom of great joy - for who could dream of sharing sorrow? Love your words Carolina Z
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And this priceless gift, beyond the insults of diamonds, of gold - cannot be taken - only given.
And it is not transplanted - simply extended.
Because we cannot bare to face an unalienable truth - we are alone.
Alone - all one.
Loneliness is a symptom of great joy - for who could dream of sharing sorrow?
Love your words Carolina Z
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