Neon Genesis Evangelion: The End of Evangelion

what i wouldn't give to be a child again, just for a day, being pushed by my mother on the swing-set: a perpetual summer. i've been crying all day, aimlessly moving about, another job application, another immovable moment in bed. there must be a soul, or primordial ooze in objects, else why would i hold my doll so tightly, standing in socks and shorts, lost and teary, why would i keep it forever? why would i have hands at all.

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