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I don't appreciate the idea of being alone. I don't get the point of separation, the need to exclude, and the heart-breaking urge to leave someone. Perhaps it's my personality to always make time for others, time that's not even a part of their comfort when I need them. How could people enjoy the world alone? How could they separate their lives to someone who's patiently waiting for their comeback? How surreal is the feeling of being loved when every moment in time, I feel left unaided?
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