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Originally Posted by Underwater Ophelia
You forced the combustion. You gave it to me. I'm The Sun now, and you gave it to me. It's odd, though, because while you were right about me wanting to be the center of things (isn't it amusing there how I admitted your complete correctness?) I'm still not happy. “How like you,” I'd imagine you'd try spitting out the window. I'm still not happy. Even at night, The Sun shines on China. I'm exhausted.
And you liberated me. You forced that, too, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and pretend like you did it out of some murky altruistic wisdom, and not fetal fright of having to be connected to me. The Moon has to at least glow.
I am liberated. There is no drag, no little million parachutes held fast to my every branch and tendril. I can reach skyward uninhibited. My directness is viewable even to the myopic. I'm still not happy. I'm liberated like a tree in Winter.
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i hear if u really try u can force combiustion of small things leik paper and lint, then eventually ur enemies!
j/k I'm not good enough 2 do that yet. good pome opie!