The fireworks have cooled down, and the distant pops fade into the muffled wind. We look around. Confetti lies on the floor like dirty, rainbow-colored snow. The glasses are empty, every last drop drained. We chased a faster life this past year, hoping to feel a brighter glow. Now, scrolling through our screens, we realize that last January remains just a memory. Back then, it was warm. We beli...
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