Curse this spark, blinding light
curse my lack of appetite
fuzzy pacing in my head
suddenly glad that I'm not dead so I can....
and the fear returns....curse it all...can I even...what about the doubt, and the deep festering gashes on everything I thought was truth...I can't be ready but I can't stop thinking of you....I feel like if I would have touched you....that would be it....the one you meet that really makes you think so hard that you don't know what you're thinking about at all.
I am scared, bone deep but hopefully....they think about me too....I should stop here.
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