Maybe in some other universe I'm loved and not just damaged. But here I'm damaged, yet feel love sometimes. And if that isn't enough, I wouldn't have been here. But I'm here, and I don't think about the other universe but my bestfriend holding my hand while resting her head on her boyfriend's shoulder. And there is love around me, even if it's not for me. There is love and
the warmth of the hand makes me feel enough.
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