Alone, empty.
Apart, void.
Separately, fragmented.
Individually, nothing.
Not thinking, not feeling, not caring, just...existing.
Existing, yes, but in the basest sense — not truly being.
Together, we are no longer empty, void, fragmented.
We are replete.
We are meaningful.
We are whole.
Together, we are everything.
Together, we are.
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