And I'll stare out into the distance, wondering how far away the edge of the world really is. We'll wonder what God truly sees and whether he approves.
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If I close my eyes, it's all the same. Darkness, darkness everywhere. You'll never truly understand just what this means to me. The importance, or lack thereof maybe, will never be appreciated.
But you've misunderstood the message here. You can't write in the dark, can you? You can't taste with your toes, can you? Can fire burn without oxygen? No. Don't kid yourself, don't even bother trying to prove this wrong. The facts are the facts, and there's simply no denying that the truth is this: We're not capable of loving people. We just like to love the idea of loving one another.
Even in the twisted shadows that glimmer with a slick blackness that's as inescapable as death, it's easy to see that everything you've ever known... Well, it's a lie.
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