oh my god you make me happy
it "makes my head pirouette, more than i would be willing to confess" in a dreamy, non-conscious realm, absolutely horrifying, death-inviting way, potentially and ridiculously threatening to everything i have ever known
do you know i cannot afford to play this game, with the stakes being collective secrets, confessions, and the whole truth and nothing else?
but do you know it is also too comforting to leave this - this total utopian confusion?
oui, c'est vrai: "On n’aime que ce qu’on ne possède pas tout entier."
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