The universe could swallow me whole- thoughts and all, again again again, and still I wouldn't lift my eyes to appreciate that it must fight to let me live. I'm too black and white, stubborn, distant, curious, and complacent to be more than just one chain of thought at a time. I remember someone telling me that time is all I have. I don't care, I
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