Monday, April 18


When did it become so imminent, that we could and would grow up? Grow up and get married and have children and be happy? Why is it even possible? What makes any one of us deserving of it? Shouldn't we be repulsed by our sheer wretched state, and fall away...puking and reeking of some stain? But we manage to scrape ourselves together, and hold each others hands, and look into each others eyes and find some kind of solace from this world; some kind of promise or reassurance that the next one will be better. Why? Why is that? Don't we not deserve that one either? And how then can we deserves to find ourselves here together?

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