What's funny is the way you miss the want even when the want is gone,

even when it is for the best that the Want is gone,
and no one wants you to have the want anyway,
And you don't really want it anymore because you want otherwise but...

the desire, the craving was almost a part of you, like other wants that thousands of people live by. As if sex were a name or a haircolor. As if desire were.

But I think some depressed people feel the same way when they realise they don't want to commit suicide anymore, as I do now, now that I don't, that my body does not want to bear a child.

<<agé chose>>

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