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Jack Kerouac, 1942. “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple… . Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.”
////////////Inside I felt /////////So, so alone//////Locked in a room///Waiting til kingdom come//Although I felt elatedI felt like I was scum 
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still