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To desire the regard of another is in some sense a betrayal of the self. It is, you know.
No. Go away. I can't take you anymore. I'm hurt enough.
No. Go away. I can't take you anymore. I'm hurt enough.
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You can't tell me the touch of another is just skeletal digits and the whisper of dust. Power isn't the vacuous crackle of neurons and the blaze of stars in coldness. I'll prove you wrong, fuck your blood and jaws and that thing that seems to care for nothing except the next generation.
I almost deleted that last. It seems such hubris. Billions of years. It survived a meteor. I don't have a chance to set anything right.
Yet in the realization that one has to try, one also has to know that even a proposition so hopeless deserves it's laughable life.
Anyway, I know this is all crazy. Thanks to you few for your time.
Yet in the realization that one has to try, one also has to know that even a proposition so hopeless deserves it's laughable life.
Anyway, I know this is all crazy. Thanks to you few for your time.
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