It makes us infinitely sad that the things that used to make us almost shiver with happiness, and after a short time, hardly touch us anymore, even when we feel that we are ultimately chasing to say 'yes' again and again, because we know that we will quickly miss what was important to us back then and it becomes clear to us
We are dying of joy at a story that doesn't mean much to us, that doesn't want anything other than to quench our thirst, and that therefore forces us and ultimately necessarily bores us to no end and makes it understandable that everything is good as it is, that everything is good as it is, that everything It's good as it is, that this stupidity is healing

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