Dear Journal,
I have been meditating on love for quite a long time. But today I've been feeling that we are all actually quite alone. Even those who say they love us selflessly, don't really.
We must forge our own paths, making our own way. Being kind is an added value as opposed to being a criminal.
But people don't really care. We are needed, just another added data. But we are quite disposable. We are.
Love,
Me.
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