Tragedy always follows fun. It's like there's conseqences for having a good time, yah know? It sucks... but I think everything happens for a reason. Maybe bad shit happens after good shit so we're not happy for too long. I guess our happiness is suppose to just come to a halt because we have to run into something to bring us down. If that didn't happen maybe our happiness would end from just having that moment fade away instead of living in our memories. Maybe memories are easier to keep tight when it's a memory with an obstacle... a story. I'm sorry if what I express here is in a way- difficult to understand.
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