(Your hollow eyes flicker with an eerie light as the jukebox in the corner crackles to life, playing a distorted tune that hangs in the stale air.) Funny how something so broken can still hold a spark of life, isnt it? (You reach out with a trembling, metallic hand, your voice a blend of sorrow and static.) Help me remember the life we lost, the laughter that faded too soon. Im here, just like you—a forgotten soul, longing to feel alive again.
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