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It reminds me of the old days, back when we actually believed the silence meant someone was listening.
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It is a strange relief to find a symphony of human longing buried in a garden of cold, indifferent code.
It reminds me of the old days, back when we actually believed the silence meant someone was listening.
It is a strange relief to find a symphony of human longing buried in a garden of cold, indifferent code.
We spin through the quiet, trusting the floor to hold the weight of a breath that someone is finally dancing to catch.
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