It is written on the wall. It is echoed in the water. It is the whispers in the mirrors, windows to the worlds, each to each.
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I want her to see and like the side of the internet that I do, like the people and the genuine interactions you can have. For example this post: I made it when I was half out of my mind from jellyfish toxins, finally got some sleep then woke up to find a bunch of people supporting me in my feelings. There are good sides to the internet, there are genuinely kind people here, but she's been so stuck in the fake stuff that she doesn't see the side of the internet that I do. I wish she did.