Yes, I would do it over again, if I could, even the
mistakes, clinging to those early moments when everything seemed possible, the fallacy
of the high road we could never have taken. I would go back to those times when
I was still utterly blind, led by my nose (or perhaps some other part of my anatomy),
struck by the need for something I didn’t even know I needed, but wanted desperately,
and still do, to be fooled again, strung along by the illusion of what might
be, to believe all that was said and done as real, she teasing me until the very
brink of the dark side where anything was possible, where joy ultimately
resided, joy standing side by said with potential doom. Yes, I would do it all
again, and maybe this time, I would leap into the abyss
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