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It hurts

I fall to the ground, resigning from a horizontal life. My thoughts are freezing and my ego has withdrawn. I feel nothing. I resent that which keeps me from you. I confide that I am at the mercy of luck. Live out of me and live for me. For a thousand seasons and a thousand stars!

I will leave you because I love you. It hurts to be me. Before the wind settles, I blow myself into a new direction. I am no more the centre of all than you are the one for me. My memory was forged in the merging of space and time. All reason has been erased. It hurts, but you will never see it or know it. I am the water of the clouds.

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