There are ghosts hiding, humans haunting. We're somewhat confused.
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Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
Every time you take credit for someone else's words or ideas, your soul is acting like it's twelve years old again, desperately doing anything it can to get the cool kids to like you. I think that's seriously sad.