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404

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Silent wires

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The colors of Lain

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Okay, let’s see. I guess that I’m confused again. Am I here or am I there? I don’t know. Over there, I’m everywhere. I know that. But here is connected to over there, is that right? But then where is the real me, after all is said and done? Oh! There is no real me, I guess that’s it. I only exist inside those people aware of my existence. But what about this me that I can hear talking right, here and now? It’s me, isn’t it? This me that’s talking, who is it? Who’s me?

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Remember the feelings, remember the day > <

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There are so many versions of me in my mind that I hope to achieve one day. How I’ll get to each and every one within the amount of time I’ve given myself is hard to tell, but if I dream just to worry then I’ll never get anything done. I’m young but time is too fast to wait.

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If being ordinary means being overlooked, then how much of being special is just perception, timing, or attention? Maybe no one is special.. Or everyone is, and that’s what makes it impossible to see.

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I think I was made to be alone, not in a sad way though. Like this is my natural state. Dim light, no messages or calls, just me and solitude. I often wonder what It’d be like to have a huge social circle, and I honestly hate the idea of it. I’m alright with that. I wish it was as easy as going on the internet