once again the search for meaning licks like a flame at my edges. rain slaps at the world; god casts off his guilt by pouring it down just to chain us. I am a giver, but one who by name is a liar. I leech from the world what I try not to need-- my life is a race against debts I incur. wondering whether a life can be more of a burden than gift.
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