There Is An Objective Reality In Which

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

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To Feed, Help, Protect, Comfort, Console, Support, Nurse, Or Heal To Be Fed, Helped, Nursed, Protected, Comforted, Consoled, Supported, Nursed, Or Healed To Form Mutually Enjoyable, Enduring, Cooperating And Reciprocating Relationship With Other, With An Equal To Be Forgiven To Be Loved To Be Free