I'm not sure I really want to deny you access to my life. To cut you off clinically and irretrievably. No. I think I want you to have access to my life, so you know my updates exactly. I want you to yearn for that life. I want us to have a distance that's been calculatingly measured: enough for you to believe its bridgeable, and yet being unfathomably unfathomable. I want it to be a mirage for you, one that you yearn for, but die of thirst in its quest.
Die.
Die.
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Death in Life. Though it sounds more like life in death. Anyway, I remain hungry as ever, and it is still your world.
Never was.
It always was. And, It still is.
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