I don't like itYou say you've changed but I don't like it. You say you're better but now you're flawed. You're polished, you sparkle, you shine like a plastic gem in the dollar store; you're cheap, you're heartless - easy and soon forgotten. Your words are generic, imagined esoteric. You claim they're from the heart, (whose heart?) but it's not a heart I love.I don't like it
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What should you care if I do or don't? You don't have to - you never had to - but if you don't, why did you come here? Why did you linger to ask?
Thredded Illusion Stories I[Finding ourselves]Thredded Illusion Stories I
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[I woke up one morning and didn't know where I was.]
[I got out of bed, and looked in all the drawers and all the cabinets. But I was nowhere to be found.]
[Not even the spiders, nor the lost nightmares under the bed, knew where I was.]
[I went downstairs and asked my keys where I was.]
["Where did you last see yourself?" they asked.]
[It was a difficult question. More so than I would have thought. I thought I remembered looking myself in the mirror. But suddenly I wasn't sure if I was really there. Look
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