We are never alone.
We become frightened of the comfort that is always here - afraid of our own self-imposed suffering, afraid of death, afraid that love is only a product of our imagination. We become terrified that none of what is happening matters.
But...even in the most seemingly random circumstances we feel the truth - that friends have always been here with us - that we can feel them in the spaces in between the between.
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