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it used to bother me that all my waking thoughts, waking and very much un waking, were all wrapped around the essence of its very existence. everything i touched, everything i created.. it was all briefly brushed over by its being. like i put down the heavy work, but it would come by, effortlessly, and add the finishing touches, in a way i could never all on my own. i needed it. in more way then just one. and it bothered me.. these thoughts, these feelings.. they were amazing, but i did not own all credit. now, even the things i find beautiful are only so after they've been slightly altered by it. and senseless of me to wish to fall down upon its grounds, and lay across its path. i'd hope for it to gently sweep over me, and receive a little of that beauty as well.
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