And there she is again - the jealousy. You asked me what I wanted and I wanted you to ask again, you brought me filth and rumor and I did not respond. I did not respond. I want you to be more, to be me, I want you to be less, to be empty, as I am full, as I am fuller, as I am perfect. Did I ever feel that? Did it slip away like that, did it crash and burn, did I mess up? What is happening to me, and why do I ask why, why can't I stop asking, chewing till the marrow, mining till the fire burns me up.
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