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Alone, but there are clearly others with me. Inside and out. How many inhabit this rotting corpse, and how many view its polished exterior?

They do not see the same, for I am always different. To one, I am this. To another, I am that. But I am always indifferent.

Gazing behind the screen, I cannot come to care.

For all those that know me, they did not know me well. For all those who knew me well, I lost them without fail. Each one carried with them a piece of my soul.

Come back. Please. I have nothing more to give.