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Let me use a metaphor; imagine a can of red bull. Preferabely dark blue, it's my favorite. Cold and fresh. Complete. And then someone opens it up, drinks a few sips. After a few moments the can is empty: no worth anymore. And because this thing as no use, the one who drank it crushes it in their hand, throws it to the side and steps on it. It's not even worthy to be put into a trash can. It just lays on the side of the street; no purpose, no faith, no worth. Well, now imagine i'm that can.
Laying by the side of the street, watching the cars pass by. Watching couples walk by, hand in hand, laughing or crying or simply walking. Talking or just enjoying the peaceful silence. Wondering when it will be my turn, my turn to be like one of these couples. I thought it was just a dream, a stupid, unrealistic fanasy. But then..then he came. And he picked me up from the side of the street. And he took me home and cleaned the dirt off of me carefully. And he tried to give me back my original shape; because to him, I was special. I was unique, I was one of a kind. And he gave everything to bring me back to my original form, and even tho it's impossible for me to be the exact same as I was before being thrown away; it definitely helped.
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