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The truth is the thing I invented so I could live.
Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.
All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.
After all who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of their loneliness
At the end, all that's left of you are your possessions. Perhaps that's why I've never been able to throw anything away. Perhaps that's why I hoarded the world: with the hope that when I died, the sum total of my things would suggest a life larger than the one I lived.