A Game Away, Limerence.
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Last published Fri, Mar 12, 2021
Rain poured down from the sky above; drenching my body as I kicked the ball in front of me. It hit the wall with a loud thud and returned with just as much power. Kicking it forwards I watched as it flew through the air, seemingly unmoving as it headed towards the bottle just a few feet away; barely grazing the pop bottle at my marker in the seemingly endless alleyway. "Dammit" the word slipped out, like it always did. My life was filled with dammits. Sighing, I jogged to where the ball had landed and brought it back to the start. It feels like I'm always restarting.
Everything.
Always.
Dammit.
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