I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough. — Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
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I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
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