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Most of the time, I'm okay with how solitary my life has become. It is, after all, my life, and it is filled with little joys and delights and with distractions and preoccupations. But every once in a while, I'll look up from its bustle and flow to recognize that it *is* solitary. Very, very solitary. And the loneliness in those moments is crushing.
Love Song: Beach Boys - Feel Flows
Prepare a Face: 
lonely
lonelyswell a progress