tina kennard

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        What matters is… That there has been something missing for me. Something that is hard to define. And I have been desperately just trying to create this thing, and just looking for it…  But I… I’ve been just flailing. And I realize now, that you and I… We’re never going to find it.
                                                       
                                                        How do you know?
 
                        Because I have it with someone else.