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Gray- Pete Wentz
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Ongoing, First published Nov 04, 2018
Mature
(Not my story, full writing credits go to Pete Wentz and James Montgomery)
Imagine you are on a tour bus, the miles whistling away beneath you as you sleep. Tomorrow you will wake up in downtown somewhere. It doesn't matter. All the skylines look the same. Time is only marked by events. The world s on a first name basis with you.
But you ... you barely know yourself 
There are those who give in completely to the idea of what it means to be famous. And those who can't ever seem to leave the past behind. Life is a deep and contemplative story stuck on repeat- love, loss, self- destruction, self discovery. 
If you could go back to the way things were before you made it... would everything still be gray?
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Let's say you had the power to save everyone you've ever cared about and more. Let's say that you could have a do-over every time you lost, every time you messed up, every time you missed something. Let's say that you could have another try anytime, but you had to die to have it. At first, you're happy about it; nothing can stop you. "Just one more time." Then, after a few times, it gets old. Your joints ache and you're tired, and no one around you knows why because you're the only one that remembers. "Just one more." Eventually, you want to give up. You know what death feels like, now, and you've experienced it far too many times than any person should. But now you know everyone by name, by eye color, by voice, by the sound they make when they drop to the floor. You can't just leave them to fend for themselves. "Just one more..." You're done. You've had it. You cry into your pillow, wondering if the curse will ever end. You've lost count of how many times you've tried again. Then you think of those people you had tried to save; they would die without you. You would have blood on your hands. So you pull yourself together and put on a smile. You pretend it's the first time, and you walk through the door like the future is ahead instead of today. And then you say, "Just one more day." "One more day."