I had a dream that I was you, and I was in the market looking at keychains. There were so many of them, and as I searched through them, I started to find strangely familiar shapes, like toys I played with as a child or symbols and figures I had forgotten from my life.

I thought it was strange that even though I had flown far away and was stretching myself further and further from my past and from myself, the more I searched, the more I only found more pieces of myself.

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