As if the skin carries a presence that clings to it, a weight it cannot shed. The more it is seen, the more it recognizes, the more it aches. Years pass, but the reflection endures. The face it once knew has changed, and maybe the face it seeks was never the same. The search feels endless, yet the moment to accept the loss has not come. There’s someone who listens to the silence within. No longer do footsteps leave a trace, nor do memories bear their weight. The emptiness inside carves itself deeper with each passing moment. Perhaps everyone now drags only their own shadow.
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