At the beginning, being alone is cool.
You can do everything you want without jugement from others cause they are not here. But..then you start to get mad, sad, crazy and you are drowning in your pool, a pool that his named Sadness, because yo create this with your tears. At least, when you realize that no one will come to save you if you stay lying down in your bed and doing nothing..you start to dream about the good one and believe to this myth of soulmate.
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