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I look around myself. Hey, where have they all gone? The friends, the people who could bring a smile or even a tear to my eye, Nothing remains but an ache and an eternal yearning in the soul. Age is weird. So many billions of years behind you and so many billions ahead, with an interruption of how long? half a century, one century? Things don't make any sense, same as in a meaningless charade.

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Steve Hayes said…
Well at least you have some comments on your blog.
1:23 PM
Pradeep VM said…
That is true, steve. I do have some comments on my blog. Sadly, that doesn't make up for friends. And thanks for your comment too.
9:34 AM
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