It might be lonelier,without the loneliness
maybe i'll find something there
thank u! jiajia
here a star, and there a star. some lose their way.
here a mist, and there a mist. afterwards--day!
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all
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