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๑✦ They say the city never sleeps. I think it just forgot how to dream. Neon lights drown the streets in artificial color while people walk around with empty hearts, pretending loneliness is normal. Sometimes I sit by the window with a caramel latte warming my hands and wonder if anyone else notices it too. The silence hidden beneath all the noise.

Still... I smile.
Because if this world insists on fading into gray, then maybe someone like me was meant to stain it pink again.

My name is Nessa.
And I think I was born to become the kind of memory people can't escape from.
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