Outside, the sky is smeared with chocolate. The lights are faint and ominous. My tall, gigantic windows are still and gentle, leaving no trace of wet rain or powered snow.
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When a safety net has been pulled but you keep jumping anyway, at some point the black and blue scars don’t seem real. Nothing makes sense when part of your most prominent memories are torn in half. It’s hard to realize nothing mattered when at a point our friendship was my world.
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