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give me new sounds, depth, vibes, feelings, ideas, senses, and a secret hiding place we can use to hide away from the word’s vultures that have infected everything around us. i've given inn myself to some of them in the past, but not for the unfortunate, because i've learnt, and discovered, and figured out. how can humans be so selfish to think we depend on each other. why would i waste so much time sitting to get to know you? i suppose i felt i could help, teach, and the same myself. fuck anything that can't teach me anything new! where's the intimacy, the depth, the inspiration, the feeling that makes you want to sit for DAYS in that hiding place alone with one soul of knowledge. i want the smell of lilies, the touch of raindrops, and the taste of your words seeping through my soul.
i'm sorry, it's not you...it's me