You win. (Didn't know we were competing in the first place.) You win.
Relative pain. Relative loss. Relative love.
I guess mine is insignificant. My love, that is.
Irrelevant.
Not as real as yours.
Hm, okay then. If that makes you happy.
I think it does. Knowing that you see more darkness than others.
Hm. I never pretended to know more than I do.
Self-centered insensitivity.
You can win that one.
For now, I'll sit peacefully in the sunshine.
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