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What was the worth of happiness that left behind a crater thrice the size of its impact.
The terror was as wide as the want: a boulder moved from the gaping mouth of a cave.
The idea alone was miserable. Triumphant and miserable.
“There isn’t a version of me that could’ve looked away from you.”
You can think something that used to be true but isn’t true anymore but still believe it in your bones.
