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Focusing on things that aren't important.
Forgiving those, who shouldn't be alive. Emotions... Shadows we cast over our regret and unhappiness. Emotions... Their never true. Love... A siple four letter word. Does anyone actually mean it? Does it make sense? Is it real? Love... a meaningless four lettered word. Is there a solution to the emptyness of our lives? Is there a solution to the pathetic excuses for what we do? When we say 'love', do we actaully mean it? No. I guess we don't. If we did, we'd never leave.
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