Remember when you were so close to the edge where dreams could scar your flesh and words were just another sound?
It's almost as if you miss the nights you spent chasing shadows and unrequited feelings now buried in the dull realities of adult conversations and early rituals.
Do you think that you would still be happy if you had never stopped trying to find the world you lost? Do you think you would have been welcomed back?
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