Why can you not let go?
Why do you cry when something breaks?
A duvet is just a blanket, not comfort, nor love, a blanket. A sofa is planks of wood and cushions. Not a problem solved.
Let go. Just let go. And then you might have a near-life experience.
Ah! The world I see...
A hand is a saviour. A messiah brought on by your desperate cries. It lifts the burden of emptiness and wipes your stigmata clean of sorrow.
A door is a passage. Neither here nor there. In between.
A mouth is a haven.
In the end, the house always wins. But you don't have to play against the house. Oh for a Dartswinger, my kingdom for a Dartswinger.
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