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I want to listen to you.
Do you ever feel like all the people you've ever met are somehow still shadows inside of you? What if you felt like you owed these shadows, and that they shrivel from lack of tribute, becoming sharp and painful? What if you yourself started to fade owing to a lack of fresh new shadows to hold up the awkward foundation of your mind?
What if this ends up just wasted electrons.
Do you ever feel like all the people you've ever met are somehow still shadows inside of you? What if you felt like you owed these shadows, and that they shrivel from lack of tribute, becoming sharp and painful? What if you yourself started to fade owing to a lack of fresh new shadows to hold up the awkward foundation of your mind?
What if this ends up just wasted electrons.