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if the heart seeks only what is wanted in pureness, why must it want what is too often not to be possessed? for what reason shall I say that "I wholly gave it all" if the giving was in the selfishness of the desire, not the helplessness of need? I long for only what you are... can that be enough? or will the weight of affection bend until it breaks, breaking apart? if there was ever a chance of seeing the horizon bleed across the sky with your spirit next to mine I would consider eternity again more seriously. and yet this sudden awareness of what an illusion this could all be, bleakly reminds me that even if you gain it all, you can never quite hold it entirely at once.