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We were once together...
Now I'm simply surrounded.
They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nothing, and kissed where everyone could see. No before, no after. They kissed and it was perfect, it was beautiful; it was everything, it was nothing.
Eventually it all comes back to this. Eventually you have nothing else.
I do not want to be your friend unless we have actually exchanged more than two words.
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Misanthropy
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
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