Day 7: Light

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The light. I hated that light. Always mocking me. Always there to tell me that my hopes are within arms reach. Only for me to realize that I can never get them. The blinking light in the distance. One that will never go out. One that will haunt me for the rest of my days.

Authors note: I know this is suuuuuuuper short but I tbh had no idea what to do for this one so I kinda just took inspiration from The Great Gatsby since I'm reading that book for class. Anyways hope you enjoyed and please leave some constructive criticism! Peace! ✌🏽

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