Sometimes I look at shadows. Just to watch how they move. They're all different, all unique... but somehow the same. They are all empty shells of the people they reflect. It kind of reminds me of the identities people create for themselves. Shallow, vague, and easy to shatter with just a little light. Is that why there are so many broken people out there? Did someone put a spotlight on their shadow of a life? And if that's true, what would happen if someone was to pick up those broken pieces, turn them over... and find that if they fit together just right, they can reflect the real person inside you? What would they see? If shadows were mirrors, would there be less people crying out for help?
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