The muted pop of distant fireworks fades into the cold night air. Confetti scatters across the floor, resembling a rainbow of dirty snow. The glasses are empty, every last drop drained. It is a familiar scene. We chase a faster life, hoping to feel a brighter glow, yet we find ourselves scrolling through our phones, looking at memories from last January. Back then, it was warm. We believed we w...
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