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you came barging into my life

hitting me with your towered stack of papers

as we both tumbled onto the cold, colorless pavement, toppling over eachother

your papers went flying onto the busy streets of new york, adding less color to the streets as the wind blew them away

you didnt even bother to pick them up

you just ran

hi so after this chapter im making them longer, a little but more like a story.
- hannah xx

color(less); michael auWhere stories live. Discover now