it read:
"I see you all the time and I see your sadness, you carry it with you everywhere. I want you to know that it's possible to find happiness, or some sort of fullness, even here. I find happiness in the secrets of people like you, in staying up all night, in breaking the rules, in the corner of 3rd and Columbia. God is dead so you have to build everything for yourself, and the only magic comes from the little pockets of time and space where your decisions build up to meet someone else's just perfectly. Meet you here, same time tomorrow? We can talk about it all."
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