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imagine having a date in a french café on a rainy day

I must say, kindness and love is nowhere to be found in this society. We have killed every definition of those words that existed for centuries. Love meant devoting yourself to one another and feeling the lightheadedness. It also meant not worrying about smile wrinkles because you couldn't stop smiling anyway. Kindness meant to share with each other the happiness, to give one another things that we're in need of, to understand one's pain and comfort them. Now, love means midnight tears that fall into a glass filled with Jack Daniels, jealousy surrounding every single person around you, and lies...lies that never go away. Kindness now simply doesn't exist: you are responsible for yourself, you have to please yourself, you have to comfort yourself, and you have to be there for yourself. Because no one, no one will be there for you.

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