I wish the universe were smaller so I could put in on my bed and fall asleep all tangled up with it the way we always did when you meant everything to me.
I wish I could ride a bike and overcome my fear of everything (and ride away from you).
I wish I could bake all the suffering in the world into a pie and make you smile again.
I wish the sun would come up in the west for just one day so I could wake up backwards and undo all the mistakes I made while I was sleeping.
But then you would win, and sacrifice would mean nothing.
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