And no matter what
patterns of ink these pages absorb it does not make anything any more
or less important than it originally was. And as you eat my thoughts
the way they used to I can't help but wonder if they taste any good
or if they are far to sour. And every line I draw, every squiggle I
etch down has a purpose and a meaning. Please just don't devour my
soul as well.
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