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From the days that used to be...

You have all the old files of
who you could have been.
They’re there at your fingertips

still. But your fingertips are
chewed and calloused and wrecked,
from the new and latest files; the other

decisions, the different path. The times
you had were there and done. And to view
them again, you just need to flip and click

and drag. But your fingerprints have…