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no one is evil, only unhappy, and unhappiness festers inside like a sore.
It’s strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining or important. How much you mattered.
Hate ricochets, but kindness does too.
People I love will be watching me. Their eyes like safety nets, I can’t fall.
