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Aug 2014
It's ironic how you're never meant to have the thing you need in its entirety and fullness.

If a plant receives too much water, it dies.
If we breath too pure of oxygen, we die.
If an animal over-feeds, it dies.

Then I guess it's a good thing that I don't have the whole of you.
But then it doesn't explain why I'm dying when I have none of you.
I want to have my murderer. I want the full knife.
JSL
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JSL  26/M/Melbourne
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   Kate Irons
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