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alina reyes
people are like that: they can't see how beautiful your life is, they think your life must be terribly sad if, for example, it is mid-summer and you don't have a tan. they want you to agree with them where true joy is to be found, and if you are weak enough to go along with this you will never again have the chance to sleep alone in a ditch in the black night.