But people, they don't yet know how words have the ability to cut into each other's hearts like a knife in the dark. I once killed a man in my naiveté; now it is my destiny to be the bearer of wounds. Be strong, don't die—I tell myself everyday.
Nothing harsher than the sudden need for friendship, but one cannot be sure if one is being demanding on people's time. Loneliness always wins in the end; and in the end, someday at the very end, death to a man who doesn't know who to turn to.
Nothing harsher than the sudden need for friendship, but one cannot be sure if one is being demanding on people's time. Loneliness always wins in the end; and in the end, someday at the very end, death to a man who doesn't know who to turn to.
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