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  • All my closest friends, and also my lover, have lost their fathers.
    I used to find this fact significant and interesting and now I feel isolated and am in desperate need of the space that says "tell me" and "I can't imagine what that must be like".
    It might also be said that I am an emphatic emotional claustrophobe. What I know is it is as if I am on a very crowded train with folks talking loudly, relating sports scores, or financial prophesies, none of them related to one another or to me. They say that love and death are very singular emotions. But the words that follow after that usually end up as terrible advice. Perhaps shutting the hell up is in order.
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