and then we became strangers and don't even talk, except to make the smallest of conversations that seem to relegate us to hi-bye acquaintances. and wasn't that what we promised we wouldn't become? so maybe it is for the best that we keep this uncomfortable distance, but fact is it's as unbearable as the brightest light in the darkest night.

solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition, man is the only being who knows that he's alone

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