The fallacies of those who stayed true to their own crippled ideals continued to dog us.
I'm tempted to go and confront the root of the problem, but close ones withheld me.
Birthdays and celebrations of all sorts are happening all around me, but I find myself content to eat alone.
Such is life, during a time when the masses crave for adoration in troubled times, not quite close to a few will find themselves as lone islands.
Luckily enough, I still find comfort in food.
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