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[cunning_lingual]

love love love. My demon. My hell. My anguish. I cannot hold on to you without sensing impending betrayal. I cannot be near you without bleeding to expose myself. I cannot ignore you without trembling in misery. You are both the prison cell and the gate key. I fear the moment when I a lay myself naked before you wearing only my confession.

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[republiqua]

Please tell me this beautiful little fragment means that you're writing again.