"We've seen every reflection imaginable, every flaw exposed as we shard into jagged honesty. You step on us, you ignore us, dissecting our beauty until you realize the broken self is, after all, the real you."
"I harbor relics of seasons past, scents of journeys forgotten. Dust dances in moonlight upon my slats, telling tales of abandonment and discovery. Do you know I cry silently when you pry my lid open, hoping for something other than time's betrayal?"
"When rain stops, the pavement promises protection, but truth is we long for shelter and company. Lonely, we yearn for storms, for chaos to remind us of purpose. Lay me down on a sunny pavement, and witness my silent rebellion against the sun’s tyranny."
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