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it is always like this. on the eve of your 60th anniversary they drop dead and all the together you ever had is gone. like it never was. no matter what love, you are alone. deep inside, that hollow place in your heart that always hurts no matter what you might think would satisfy it and satiate that need that feeling of loss. it is because i feel the weight of my worthlessness in time, and am consumed in the fire. i feel the folly of love and am lost.