A shard of glass stuck in between your wrist bone, you stop for a moment to consider the pain of everything you felt when you were 17. Leaving an old world for a new one, inviting friends over to a chapter you never thought possible because of all of the times you wished you were gone. But now you're here. Enclosed by the notion of infinite possibilities brought to you by the kind people of Nokia. The corporate heads who marketed your phone to you that now plays music for your solitude in the modes of indie rock or classic folk songs. You know, now once and for all, that this is not the time for you, or anyone else that you love, to die.
That alone is enough
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