It's as if life was made like this. Like all our shits just can't come together, and some people can't handle each other - or can't handle being separated. It's as if life made us empty; just to be sure we can't fill life with happiness, because we always feel like something is missing. Maybe that's it - maybe we need to find people to fill the holes. But some people don't have enough strength to go as far as you need to meet these people - some people were too empty to survive anymore. And life just sucks sometimes because we're waiting for our shit to come together but don't do anything for it to work.
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