It would be more comfortable to never care about anyone.
Once you're past the point of caring...
You lose a little part of you that you can never get back.
They'll have your secrets.
Or your first kiss.
Friendship bracelets that meant something.
The warmth of your hand.
Memories.
Your first "I love you."
Or some other bit of your heart.
And it will always be theirs, stuck with them...
Whether they care, too... or not.
It would be more comfortable to never care about anyone.
It would be more comfortable to have chests without holes.
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