<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497645" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where's Loneliness?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you heard it how i told her<br>she must free herself from her own depression she is too old for it<br>fifteen years, twenty another ten and she is not worth it anymore<br>sorrow overwhelming can be wasteful, sadness seeping is simply a sagging<br>surge of a salvaged symphony, <br>quit, it is quiet, quite a quilt of guilt, <br>quit, now, depression does not deserve her, she is too weak for an escape, <br>going down to your own knees and beg that you must be <br>lamenting forever, when lament knows how to lament by itself alone.<br>where's loneliness? is it inside you always and alone with you? <br>girl, this is not the rules of the game.<br>nature says, everything is temporary, nothing is permanently prim<br>nothing is permanently prime, someone goes down and another one<br>goes up, you are down under, and it is surprising <br>why, <br>your only tendency now is to go up, why deny yourself such a right? <br>go girl, go up, opt for sanity, be dandy <br>be groovy, take the new haircut, the sleazy one, <br>buy yourself a new dictionary of life and find the words<br>fit for your style this year. You're the ox and it is your year.<br>where's loneliness? it is no longer inside you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I swear.<br>Gladness also knows how to steal you from the cruel<br>fingers of your foes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=497645" data-title="Where's Loneliness? de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="and you heard it how i told her she must free herself from her own depression she is too old for it fifteen years, twenty another ten and she is not worth it anymore sorrow overwhelming can be wasteful, sadness seeping is simply a sagging surge of..."></div> </div> </div>

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