You just start crying for no reason. The subtle, yet wet tears rush down your somewhat lonely face. Only to think that one day this will be a story you tell. Is that what we live for now? Waiting to tell the next story. Then to hell with living in the moment. I guess that the world that we now live in waits till the day they can tell this story. The story where almost every single person felt the same thing, pain. 

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