It's that feeling of missing something but knowing you'll never find what it is. That aching loneliness but knowing it will never be filled. Knowing you've given your all but it wasn't enough to make a difference. It's missing home but having no home to go to. It's passing people you know and knowing they don't know you anymore. It's watching people laugh and remembering when you used to. It's talking but knowing no one understands. It's listening but knowing no one else is. It's melancholy, anguish, pain, and loneliness all bundled together with that little something that's always there but will never be acknowledged.
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The Faults of Life
RandomJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
