The problem with being alone is that there is a huge void that refuses to be filled. Both inside and out, with no way to really plug the holes. That is what it is lately for me. I sit in a quiet, empty house every night and the quiet just kind of suffocates. Reminds me of the scene with Eowyn and Wormtongue when he talks about her bower walls
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this cynicism has been brought to you by the number 13 and the letters F and U
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Hugs and hot-caffiene free cocoa.
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