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Invisible

There’s an invisible thread running through us. A huge invisible ribbon ties us together. We’re not the same person, but we’re always parallel. Not the same soul, but somehow linked. Weird, how we become an entity. Weird, how people expect the connection.

But how easy it would be for either to leave, to break the association. Imagine a break so clean and so swift that leaves nobody behind. So smooth and peaceful that nobody cares. Not even the other person, who moves on, like the connection never happened. Like the thread dissolved into nothing. The thread that was invisible in the first place.

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