I wish I could be a part of you, a part far away from what's left of me. One that laughs and smiles like a reflection of the world, doesn't care for anything else, just exists as one side, one eye, one hand, I'll settle for a finger if I get to touch skin and enjoy it. Explosions hurt, but I've never believed that I've been hurt enough. Implosions are boring, and remembering me will become very difficult for you, like I've become too small, too much of a fact, no more feeling, isn't that the worst death imaginable? I ask you to hold on to me, but I let go long ago.
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