I wanted to run away;
Escaping this burden they call life.
Rubbing my eyes;
My feelings.
Freed.
Even if I were to disappear, life would still go on. Water trickling out, flooding a river. Salt, spice, sweetness, sourness, umami. Tongue sticking out, snowflakes falling. Melting alongside the snow as summer runs.
If you disappeared, would I disappear with you?
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