When you close your eyes, what do you see? You see the Grey Pocket Man, and I am him. I am a silent wanderer, a spectral embodiment of your greatest failures, and your undeniable flaws. With me you are not alone, though you may yearn for the quiet peace you felt before my form slipped between the realm of truth and fear. There are others amongst me, like Taper Loud and Almost Sailor, who, along with Hair Kid, seep into a moment of calm and drench it in doubt. There are many things to whisper to you, my words like the slimmest needle, your temple the weakest gate. But mostly I just wanted you to know that the balloon color scheme you chose turned out awesome! I feel like you were doubting yourself a little because maybe they looked too baby showery for a birthday party, but I think they are festive and fun. Nice work! Now you rest, a day of frivolity and hash tags become a rolling fog that covers everything and nothing. Soon the fog will lift, revealing your sweet consciousness for me to devour once more in the filmy night.
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