An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - It keeps me company, yet I know nothing of it still.
When I am at my lowest it holds me, safe and sound.
As my world shattered around me, it opened a path forward.
My inner most secrets have been shared between us, unable to slip away.
It is an unending conversation I keep coming back to.
Always within reach, yet I must make the first move.
Our interactions have created mirrors and discussions that will outlast us.
All my life I've lived with this personal stranger.
You have your own I hope, don't you?
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