Breathing hours wasted (?)

Part of our lives is the acceptance of the truth that one can never have a steady life free from the existence of external feelings that weren't born along with us. Feelings that are, sometimes, insignificant to our thrive for survival in this world of competition. And I'm talking about the feeling of being in love. 

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