[ID: On a deep purple background orange words write, “Ghostly, are we entangled in a quantum way? On my bad days you’re quiet, on good ones you chirp and chat at a crackling pace. Can you feel when I’m stressed? When I’m angry? When my heart is too weak to pulse life through my body? Do you feel it when I’m happy? When I’m filled with awe for the world?”
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