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m a y b e ‧ y o u ‧ n e e d ‧ t o ‧ l o v e ‧ y o u r s e l f .
I was hungry at first but after awhile I got used to it, I guess. And I liked having the extra time to study and the more I thought about it, well if I don’t need lunch, then maybe I don’t need breakfast or dinner either. And it kind of became a new project for me. To see how long I could go without eating any food.

ava ire, die in a fire.
Non so bene dove sono, non so bene se sono sveglio o sto dormendo. So che non sento il caldo e non sento il freddo. Non sento più niente, ma non è una novità. Negli ultimi tempi sono come muto e sordo, e la mia pelle non conosce vie di mezzo, a volte brucia tutta, a volte è gelida e potrei essere già morto se non fosse per le vene che mi scoppiano, e ho perso l’appetito, ho perso la voglia di tutto, ho solo bisogno di dormire.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
I'm gonna burn my house down into an ugly black. I'm gonna run away now and never look back.
meteo
▹ America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-war day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion. You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that's all it would manage to do. You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I've discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side. I love you, America.

Yours forever, Maxon
 Does a future exist in wasted time? Do I exist in a place like this?
If you want to call me something, if you were to put it into words, I'd be called a "good-for-nothing troublemaker"

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