You will find me here again in two months. Oh, you. You are the idealistic audience who cares and has cared about my struggle. I owe you nothing, i give you everything. I love you when the time is consequential. You are my god and me. You are you whom i created out of an initial obligation to talk about it. Who knew that i would need you.
You knew, I knew that you and I are one.
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