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All of it means something completely different now. Everything. Almost as if it's meaning from the past never existed. Except they're still there. The memories are still there. The sadness is still there. The hurt is still there. Everything is just still there. But those tears mean something else now. Those tears aren't for you. They aren't for me. They aren't for anyone. We're not anyone. We're not anything. Nothing. Nothing is special anymore. Nothing is good. Nothing is right.