Walk on my soul; Plant your feet in me; Scratch the footprints deep, Bleed the loneliness out of me. Dig the facts out, set ablaze all the roots in my heart of hearts. I will rise complacent. ZB This post is under ashes!
Tag: friendship
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What is to have a "friend"? What is a "friend"? And more urgently why one should need some personality or second person as a "friend"? If this is for the soul purpose of not being alone, sure now that MIND is everywhere, no one is truly alone. If the question of emotional needs is in… Continue reading XXIV
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