I'm content just knowing its there.
I can look at it, and remind myself, that, if I get hungry, all I have to do is go get it.
But I don't really want it now, its more of a comfort thing.
But if someone else comes and picks it up, takes it, then I want it.
Devouring it before my eyes makes me desire it for myself.
I'll always want what I can't have.
I'll want it too late.
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