~~i am yearning for something that is always just out of my reach. i can see it, i can taste it, but i can't touch it. it's always about 12 inches away from the reach of my ever stretching hand... but if i move closer, it moves away. but if i back off, it taunts me by coming closer. and then i find hope and try to reach for it, and then it laughs
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