The fault in our stars

Death is just another door in the long corridor of life. The pity of it, is some of us for no reason than random bad luck get to cross it sooner than later. 

To love so deeply and so true fully must be indeed a gift. Life is so devoid of joy or even meaning when removed from connections, you need others for life to mean something, only by sharing what is being felt does it become the feeling, otherwise we might as well not be alive ?

Most times I hate being alive, too much pain, misery.

The End

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