and i can see everything. everything and everyone is me at once.
and i feel nothing.
i've done so much dreaming in the past few nights, and the only thing i have to show is lofty ideas that overshadow my being. it's in the prospect of criminality and theft that i keep contacting you. be a criminal and keep in touch.
face in my hands, i'm left here. i'm left weeping for whatever it is that humanity has lost.
these transitional nights keep my throat dry and my head aching, but it's what i crave.
because when you long for the anguish and pain
you dig your own grave.
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