The saddest ******* thing is when you're crying in the middle of the night and you're thinking that it would be nice if someone actually messaged you to check on you. Then, your phone actually vibrates right behind you as you're curled up in bed. As you reach for it, deep inside you already know that it's just some random notification like an email newsletter, but you check it anyway just for that tiny chance that someone thought of you and wanted to know how you're doing at 3a.m.
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It's just another Hello Poetry notification.

Daily dose if disappointment never disappoints.

The Universe is a ******* ****.