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louisa wrote about the word beloved 1 year, 11 months ago
He is my beloved but he doesn’t even know me. All night I toss and turn yearning for him. I think it is my age and the sudden realisation I am getting old. I want him, I want him, I want him.
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louisa wrote about the word funeral 1 year, 11 months ago
Sad. Rainy cold day. I can’t believe how few people are here after everything she did for so many people. Selfish lot.
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