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…. Now I understand those who popped the question: who am I …I won’t deny it… I am quoting the question from a friend…I saw it a long time ago but only now I knew what it meant…. … Will anyone miss me if I die? ...that question crossed my mind more than once… obviously not…nut that doesn’t mean much…

... I mean eventually one is alone…even when surrounded by people…sometimes these people make you feel lonelier… at least when you are alone… you know that no one is there… you don’t expect that someone would talk to you… or would look at you in the eye and say…I understand your pain…. Or hold you tight and tell you that everything will be ok …. … I don’t hide…in more than once I take the occasion and call to ask about the people I care about… but no one calls in return… It is my mistake…I am the one who forgot the golden rule… no expectations … no disappointment