You remind me of a trickling stream, bubbling gently and angrily, in that you're never as you were, always where you will be. You remind me of a hungering chasm, something full of false opportunity and empty hope, chances and feelings, sunsets and falsehoods. You make me want so bad, so much, that it becomes more than I am, like a universe crushing down onto me, make me God and I will never look again. Without you, I would be nothing, I would always be without. The only question you won't answer is who is the enemy - everything or nothing at all?
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