off much deprived limelight

You're still there even when there are hurrying feet paced according to clicks of watches.
You try to speak louder than the sounds of creaking hinges from many closing doors.
You're around to say jaundiced fingers don't look too bad if they were acquired upon making dear friends happy.

You're the only one that will sit right here with me and tell me that sad smileys and a heavy heart is what You feel with me.

This is the wonder of the Blinking Cursor game.

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