No matter the pain, friendship is on the left and love is on the right
Ambiguity reigns supreme.
Before my senior year of high school, I chose to leave, but I couldn't forget it.
After the senior year of high school, I chose to forget, but couldn't leave.
On the Internet, depression meets obsessive-compulsive disorder—something like this
PS: When I first tried to write a novel about pain... What I ended up writing was four different things.
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