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The air outside my bubble felt stiff, heavy, contaminated. How could anyone breathe in this? How was Monday breathing without me?
:(
The colors thrown at me didn’t bleed into my canvas and leave a mark. The colors washed out with nothing but water. That’s what made this story so hard to remember. It’s hard facing a mirror and seeing all you are made of and all you couldn’t absorb.
Sigh
