The world lost a bit of its color with every blink of her eye. With every zooming car she tried to hold on to the fading colors of the blinking lights. 126 more words
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This is my first time writing publicly, I regularly write but never tend to show anyone my work, I basically write for myself. So whoever is at the other side of the screen, professional writers to moody teenagers like myself, enjoy my work as it is the deepest and sometimes the darkest thoughts that pass through my mind put down on paper; after all, writing is my escape.