Is this our life now? Is this what we are doomed to be? Dragging in this world this secret sorrow, while trying to pretend and hoping and believing that we'll forget and it will pass... And even if we have what we're missing, who would say that we're really the only ones as acknowledged at points?
How does one link to another so hard like it was if there's no soul? It's just the mind playing it's tricks, you'd say. You don't even believe in soul.
I wish you'd really exist, it's a pity that you don't.
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