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Last night, around 2 am, I'm sitting here, alone in my room, it's totally dark, the only sound is my furnace which is soon to shut off leaving me in complete silence, and the only thing I can do is long for someone to be with me. Is this love? Lust? Infatuation? Or just a human sense of being lonely? I started thinking about it, and about human ( Read more... )