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There are endless games one could play There are endless places one could visit There are endless nature beauties one could enjoy There are endless goals one could accomplish But there could be none to suppress one's inner most loneliness and desire to quench once and for all Yet there is hardly any easy cure for this because it comes at you every day The only difference is to what degree and under what circumstance One's mind is always somewhere between comfort and worrisome
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