Here I am alone again,, or am I? It seems to me that that most of my "prison / marriage" was spent alone with someone who didn't love me or care for anything but what she could get.
So am I alone? Or is it the new way of life,, with me? Am I homeless, or am I present with myself?
Can you be homeless and happy? Or must you be homeless and alone? Peace.
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