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Do they still love me?

When you're left behind, it hurts. But not as bad as when it happens over and over again.

We're all hiding our true selves - simple as that.

Why do people have to hurt?

What happens when you're lost, and backwards is the only forward way?

Is randomness a virtue? No? Didn't think so.

When it's you against the world and no one's there to help...who can you turn to, but yourself?

Life's hard now. There's no one to watch out for us anymore—all of them are gone. The sooner you accept that, the better.

Are you running with the right crowd?

What did I do? Oh well, they're cheering for me!