You're this strange little confused being in this strange little confused world we call our home.
You are of no importance. Nor are you special.
Yet, you are the reason my days are no longer spent reminiscing on the past and the dead and the gone.
You're like a white elephant standing in the middle of my living room.
Yet, I find myself drawn to you, you strange little being that has landed yourself in this miserable and unfortunate world.
I hope to god you are just an elephant. And nothing more.
Yet, we all find ourselves drawn to the magical and mysterious white elephant standing in the room.
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