I find my self contemplating loneliness and I can't help but think that, for me at least, it may be preferable to the vulnerability, disappointment, heartbreak and hurt that often comes with trying to connect with another person. When you give yourself to someone and they leave from your life, you seldom get back what you gave them and what you do manage to keep is all to often tattered fragments of who you were before. Only a small part of the world can truly feel and love and hate like some of us can. Our emotions can become our liberator and our prison. Freed by love, bound by pain. Love, after all, is a four letter word.
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