because of this. or rather the aspect of it. it in a model functions to flow.
The love of God is impossible. Yet on it flows, transcending and changing everything in its path. I find my heart ever heavy on thought and empty shallow and hungover when not. A continual hum- that of being awake and breathing sharply, and that of being dead to all i hold dear. i hate this swinging pendulum, this me.
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