Why do we keep hurting ourselves when in truth, we could have been happy?
I don't understand why of all the requisites of life, pain seems to be necessary. Is it really a must that we feel the painful reality of life?
Perfect as our life may be, yet somehow, there exists in the corner of our world that foreign feeling of loneliness, a feeling that could never be remedied by mere forms of laughter and smile.
I don't understand why of all the requisites of life, pain seems to be necessary. Is it really a must that we feel the painful reality of life?
Perfect as our life may be, yet somehow, there exists in the corner of our world that foreign feeling of loneliness, a feeling that could never be remedied by mere forms of laughter and smile.
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