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| Borrowed from Robozombie's post on 2/11/11 |
This sensation reminds me I have a body.
This taste is my one experience of pleasure.
In a world of gray existence, I am consumed in color.
I suddenly have something to care about.
Now there is purpose, because I must have it. Thank god, something matters.
It makes me feel full, which is the closest I can come to love.

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