i think too much, i am told.
but too much of you?
never!
and who are you?
tell me...
oh tell me!
i keep looking in your eyes, and i do not know what i see...
are they blue?
are they brown?
what is behind that sparkle that i see?
i see and i do not understand.
i do not want to understand, i want to see.
i want to experience.
i want to die spent, used, and ready.
you or me.
who am i?
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