The confetti lies across the floor like dirty rainbow snow, a quiet reminder of how fast we chased the light. The glasses are empty now, drained to the last drop. On the screen of a phone, memories from last January linger. Back then, the air felt warmer. Back then, there was a quiet belief that everything would fall into place. Now, only stillness remains, wrapped in the sharp aftertaste of co...
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