[mon-a-chop-sis] What am I to this world but a plastic bottle in the ocean? Thrown aside to get lost in the waves. An empty reminder of what once was forever stuck as a shell of what could have been. Maybe I could be something to her. Am I worthy to breathe the very oxygen that fills her lungs? Worthy enough to share my days beneath the sun and under the moonlight by her side? Or am I just a plastic bottle reflecting the sun light long enough to trick foolish eyes that I am a diamond? • Emily & Riley: A queer Story
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