We are alone despite living in a world overflowing with people who cling to the idea of needing someone's opinion; calling us friends and inspirations before ever knowing we exist. We crave acceptance from others we can't even recall the last name of. And as this world thrives the connection between one another wanes like the slither of the moon giving way to a black sky, leaving people nothing more than background noise trying to satisfy the absence of sound so that maybe we aren't reminded that we are not who we claim to be. An absence of us.
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