and how do you know when it is not there. or there.
there and gone, there and gone, there and gone.
looking for its arrival and return has exhausted my spirit.
as a construct it wreaks too much havoc. with its supposed presence and alternate absence.
Could I be done with it.
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Love is a stupid word at this point in human history, but I would hate to throw it away or love someone that could not find the emotional energy to do the same.
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