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We worry over the littlest things.
Hoping we did everything right,
and when we see that we did something wrong, we suffer.
For what reason?
Are those little things really that important?
I consider them luxuries.
Everything that would normally stress us out,
are the things I live to see.
It's better than being alone with a knife to my own throat.
Or than being completely shut off from the world.
Humans need others, which is why we make new ways to communicate.
But I'm fine with a pen and paper.
Friendship,
School,
Family,
Love.
The littlest things always get to us.
I want to live to experience them,
because that's my connection to the world.