one must eat cold porridge - tony parson, one for my baby ( a must read)

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a certain face is very familiar to me, its impassive, selfcontained and completely indifferent to my existence. that face stares straight through me, that face doesnt care if i live or die.
i saw it all the time over there. it used to drive me nuts.

im the last of the line.
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i hate clichés.

question? do you think you can use up all your love? do you think you can blow it all in one person? you love so much, so deeply, that there is nothing left for anyone else? you could give it all the time in the world, and one would never find someone to fill the gap that that someone has left?

How do you find "substitute" for the love of your life? and why would someone want to?

i'm