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I can't justify my need; I can't pursue you like some dream, my wiring is all messed up. If I knew the blue wire from the green... know what I mean? I can't justify my love; the idle adoration of something unattainable yet viable. I cannot trust myself, a circuitry too complicated for someone so unwilling to learn. I can't justify my life, the purpose for even being here, when I want so much without putting in the work to earn. I'll close the panel door, too complicated... colors too difficult to untangle.
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