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between you and me, i'd be content alone in space, drifting happily. but it wouldn't be the same, because with every breath i'd take would be one i couldn't make. not because of the lack of oxygen, but because of the lack of you. from here on out, i'll tell the truth. i hope it doesn't shock you to find out that i'm scared to get close again. it's funny how i say this like i have a chance. i don't want you to act on what you think i want. i don't need to be satisfied, i just want you to know that when i go, i go.