I did say I'd share every burden and every obstacle.
And i did. In my own way.
But the want of too much is to me by memory without the grit of new experience.
Thats what you really want it seems.
Did you know?
If you knew what you were then you'd already know.
Perhaps youd rather keep my light in a bushel. Afraid of losing something, I dont know what exactly.
But it isnt me. Because it seems clear that if you did youd already have yourself, and so far it seems you dont.
How a paradox. A clear view that's afraid to see.
So far. Thats what you seem to me. To like to die out of habit.
Dying is easy and living is a bit more grit then the sand that youre used too.
That bit of twinges of jealousy like a did you know is wasted on me.
It's you who'd prefer a partner rather than see.
And thats the difference between us.
I have too much pride for that.
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