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Sometimes I realize I've been floating on with little examination or caution. Happy when happy, alarmed when alarmed or sad or confused or bored or whatever emotion. Walking in blind, it feels like.
Everything becomes concepts not because I make them so, only because of my lazy, lazy brain. Or weak moral fiber, perhaps. Or maybe it's too much tv. Not enough radio.
My heart hurts when you're not here. But it's probably something more like a chemical dependency.
No one could ever love you more. Even with human limitations. I'm sure of this.
Everything becomes concepts not because I make them so, only because of my lazy, lazy brain. Or weak moral fiber, perhaps. Or maybe it's too much tv. Not enough radio.
My heart hurts when you're not here. But it's probably something more like a chemical dependency.
No one could ever love you more. Even with human limitations. I'm sure of this.