Anonymous
Back then, I always stared into the screen, and all I saw was static. This static then turned into the people that walk the streets, that work the same old jobs; these particles moving the same pattern, like they accept the madness that devours our world. After all the battles I've fought, now when I stare into the same screen, I see colors amidst the static. These colors suddenly combine, forming a clear image of me, how I've changed. All over the world, however, few can see past the static.
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