Blind smiles and rising tides weigh a ton,
These days can barely even stand to look for fun.
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I’d been running for so long that the days began to bleed together in a mess of tangential memories. It felt as though I’d been on the same bleak road for as long as I could remember, the endless procession of potholes and abandoned cars the only reminder that I was still moving forward. 2,807 more words