Understanding is hard, accepting that you will never understand me is harder.

A slight malfunction of techonology means my words have disappeared. I feel like they've been stolen.

I mean it is, we are born and we die. And life is the whole thing before, after and in between.

Losing a member of the family, how do we support each other when we are breaking inside?

You probbaly won't be able to make any sense from this. It's okay, I wrote it and I'm confused.

How do you choose between people? Why pick one over the other? What makes us unique?

It's a metaphor... I think?