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I'm just an ordinary towel, in a lot of ways. I was a colorful, soft, and gentle soul. Full of purpose, and eager to help. Always there to wrap around your shoulders and make everything seem alright. I waited and waited for these moments, and you'd always come back. I didn't mind waiting, if it was for you. I never felt like I was alone. Until the day you stopped coming. Left out to dry, I drifted into the darkness and slowly withered away. My minds eye had nowhere to look but inward, and there it stayed. Never blinking, never faltering; always peering down on me, demanding that I look back, demanding that I see who I really am. I was always alone... I'm just a towel.

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