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I feel lonely. I think that's why I won't stop playing the piano. It fills up the silent estate, my son is with the Aussies. Italy who I consider was my daughter left me and became independent. Everyone who I had raised ended becoming greater than me, thank god
I was scared that I was a bad parent. It is in the past now, even though the lonely won't go away, I'll get over it.

~Yours truly Anneliese, Austria 🇦🇹

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