What do we reflect upon during long hours and days of solitude? Do the subjects we select to dwell upon become the themes of our existence? Is that existence defined by despair or hope or something not yet named?
My Leaky Heart
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What do we reflect upon during long hours and days of solitude? Do the subjects we select to dwell upon become the themes of our existence? Is that existence defined by despair or hope or something not yet named?