The more that these questions pool in my mind, the more I am drawn into the abyss of existential dread. The horrors, the enigma and the wonder of it all. The joys, the thrills, the throes of passion. Regaling screams or loving moans..all the same? Broken people love better. I concur. Your callousses are my salvation. Hurt me once, cry a river. Hurt you twice, shame on your naivety. Beggars can be choosers. Lost ships do get found post storm. Even if it is but a wreckage. Treasure can be found in the wreckage after all.

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