The weight of reality seems to finally catch up to me. I can feel it looming over my withering body, a sign of what is to come.
I have told myself plenty of times, "Nothing has changed. It's always the same dance and music," but for a moment, I look back. Oh, how wrong I was.
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Struck A Chord
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