You're here, I continued. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?


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You're here, I continued. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. ...

You're here, I continued. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. ...

You're here, I continued. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. ...

You're here, I continued. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. ...