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Go. Now. Close your eyes!
If you keep looking my way...
No; you can't see. You're like me.
Full of empty dreams.

Come here. Take my hand!
Don't say a word while we age.
Don't look yet;
"The essential is invisible to the eye."

My fingernails hurt so badly! Or is it the lack of them what hurts?
Is it me? No. That can't be. Why do I keep walking forward but moving backwards?!
But it'd be stupid to think the universe is against me; I'm too insignificant for it to even know I exist.
Then it's me!? Am I my own chaos?
I shall dance so as not to waste a day.

Unknown double lifeDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora