everything was a hundred, like a full bar of a phone's battery, or a one and two zeros on an exam paper. that was us, we were almost, almost there ─ to one o one. but you and i, we
didn't last to be together. and from that, there was no longer 'forever' between us two.
almost is painful, don't you think?
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Parallel Lines | PJM
Short Story❝ parallel lines consist of two straight lines because both are opposites ─ one is supposed to be happy, and guess what happens to the other? never. ❞ c o m p l e t e d !
