The fireworks have cooled and the lights have gone low. On the floor, confetti settles like rainbow-dirty snow. We chased a faster life to feel a brighter glow, but now the glasses are empty, every last drop drained. A scroll through a phone reveals a year that remained frozen in memory—a time when we believed we would be fine. Now, there is only the aftertaste of wine and a city in a coma, bla...
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