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There's so many problems. Fucking problems. Everywhere, in our world they infect. Tragedies, forever etched into memory. The Media promoting problems, death, disaster, destruction, WAR. It's constantly on our troubled minds. We can't escape it. it's happening everywhere we go. We can't avoid it, can't ignore it. It's there. Without our natural problems alone, we have to deal. Deal with Fuckups who create only more problems. Stupid people causing drama, causing pain. What the fuck is wrong with this picture? WHAT? Do we care? Are we disensitized now to all the hatred, all the pain? The Media broadcasts to us what they think we should feel. But I don't feel those things. Hurt, Suffering, death.
But what about those few glimpses of a beautiful world. Was this world always so painful? No, in a world where my heart flutters when I see him, that can't be bad, that can't be wrong. When my stomach jumbles into tangles, when I don't know what to say to him, because i fear to use the wrong words, no. This isn't wrong. When I long to be with him, when we must part, this is what eases those pains, those hurts. As long as I have him, I need nothing else.
But what about those few glimpses of a beautiful world. Was this world always so painful? No, in a world where my heart flutters when I see him, that can't be bad, that can't be wrong. When my stomach jumbles into tangles, when I don't know what to say to him, because i fear to use the wrong words, no. This isn't wrong. When I long to be with him, when we must part, this is what eases those pains, those hurts. As long as I have him, I need nothing else.