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Let Go

Death is a step to letting go, but it's not the last, not even the first. Orgasms can be a little death, in their letting go moments. Thunderbolts of instant love shake you out of yourself. Is it time, to stop clinging to that last hope, that you, as a separate self, actually exist? Only you can tell. If so, let go of that rope, then fall as far as you need to.

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