The wrong Scully

We're not in Kansas anymore. We've never really been there. I liked that one. I used to. The snow globe with the white windmill and the rainbow on its floor it was once mine, i don't remember it breaking it just dried. One day I realized it was empty, and old and faded. But it's not anymore it's gone, all gone. It could be me it's her but, it could be me, and it's unbearable, like that big memory of that small snow globe with a rainbow on its floor, and all the memories merged with it, all the words you said that dead globe could never be as empty as your words. She is me but there's only room for one of us. We are not in Kansas anymore my, we are not in Kansas anymore...
I am Dana Sculls - the broken version - the one sitting in the backseat with bottled rage for a passenger.

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