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I cannot be who I am not. Just the same, I cannot have what I do not. I would have given my heart out on a silver platter, adorned with my organs in a neat little row. I would have gladly dug out my eyes for you to have as an appetizer, and my brains for your dessert. For if I cannot be with you, then what use it is to me, my bodily organs? I would have no use for my eyes these cruel eyes that seek out visions of you in a crowd. I would have no use for my brain my poor brain that torments me so with thoughts of you. I would have no use for my heart, the one palpitating organ that flu


loveLove. Without shape or form,it that flutters To and fro the hearts of friends and lovers alike. It that gently Stirs the awakening of delights, It that gives the world, its joys, to one. Love. It breaks us apart. It tears our hearts. It brings us pain, And all things profane. Pouncing on poor souls, It rips out our guts, And leaves us helpless And confused. And all in vain.love


singularThis deep, dark hole the shape of a human being. One human being.singular
Singular.
Thats all we all are.
As we go through the course of our lives we engage ourselves in multiplicity we attach ourselves to partners, we surround ourselves with noise, we fill our spaces with material objects: the same things but which comes in different sizes, and colours. Yet we are all alone.
Singular.
Independent.
We yearn our lifetimes to be independent: nations struggle; one childs fight against his parents Independence. Highly revered, but why? We are independent. Always have been, what takes us
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daniela is a dna lie.
your writing is very good.
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thanks for the comment!
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