trapped in this golden goo, solid as a rock, but living no more. i don't want to be those people, those fossils, those failures. i think about eternal sunshine, ephemeral moonlight, and everything in between, and i know we can do it. we care too much not to. i don't know why i get so afraid. "if you love it, let it go." i'll let you go, then, and i trust that you will come back to me when you're ready. just like i trusted you to see all of me, and to keep my secrets to yourself.
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