The celebration has ended. Confetti lies scattered across the floor, resembling a vibrant but tainted snow. We spent the night chasing a faster pace, desperate to feel a brighter glow. Now, the glasses are empty, every last drop drained. You scroll through your phone, and images from last January remain. Back then, the air felt warm with promise. We believed everything would be fine. Now, there...
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