I am splintered by something. You ask me, "what?"
I reply that is is nothing really, some stress and excess coffee. You give me a short reminder on why too much coffee is bad for me. You bought my spiel or so I think.
Could I have told you that, I am glitching because of you?
Could I have told you that, its not you that really bothers me, but the broken shadow that I see on the floor.
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