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I am not this anxiety. I am not depression. I am not this body that I hate. I am not this face that I find so disgusting. I am mind. I am thinking. I am thought after thought after thought in a moment. I am the intellectual equivalent of an optical illusion. I will never stop shifting in and out of focus. You will never completely know me. I will never fully see you. I can never be naked before you. I can never feel inside you all the way. We will always be distant. We will always be smoke and ashes. I want you so much.
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