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"Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I started all these years ago? Wanna guess the ending? If it ever does."
When I am reminded of what I love, all I can think of is what I've lost, and the two begin to blur together. Without the things I lost, there would be nothing I love, but does that not mean there is nothing left for me but loss and the active knowledge that I once had the ability to love? There is a cornucopia with a bed of water but all I see are snowflakes and ice surrounding me, suffocating me, I am the snowstorm and my own hands are around my throat.
