From elixic

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Compulsively I return here. Looking for you. New words, pictures, or anything else. I know it is likely there will be nothing, but I come anyway. My pulse races as I wait for the page to load. Anticipation for things that probably will not be. Your profile picture is burned into my mind. I see it when I close my eyes if I want. Unsatisfied I will close the tab. My mind hungry for anything more. I will focus on other things. I will be happy and productive while I wait. For even if I get nothing new from you ever again, those things I have received already, have enriched my life. I will check back soon I am sure.