Do the happy ones get love?
Yes
Do the content with life ones get love?
Yes
Do the wild ones get love?
Yes
Do the quiet ones get love?
Yes
Do the obnoxious ones get love?
Yes
Why is it that everyone gets a fantastic fucking love except for the broken and the beaten?
Why is that everyone gets to experience blissful moments expect for the ones who need bliss the most?
When will the depressed win?
When will the lonely gain peace and happiness?
What does it take to obtain a life so great that you never want it to end?
Instead the sad are plotting their own death alone in their room day after day with no one to tell them they are loved.
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