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It's always on a day like this. A day where the ground is wet. The air is cold yet non-existent. And the sky looks as if it's painted. The sky looks like the most magnificant thing you've ever seen. And the music is so good that even while the volume is at it's highest, you still push the headphones into your head. Hard. So it's as loud as possible. And you sit there with your eyes closed and your hands against your head looking like a fool. But it's okay, because this is the most beautiful, miserable day that ever existed. Even with the tears escaping through shut eyes, today is beautiful. And noone can take that away from you, not the sky, not the music, not the tears, not this, not today. Days hold memories. And memories, memories that mean the world to you, or have affected you in the greatest way possible, will never be forgotten. You will sit there, with your headphones and tears and think of the days that changed your life. You will peice together every little event that happened in that day, and you will make a map of this memory that you have, and you will shape your own life around it. It's no longer learning from your mistakes, it's consuming yourself in them because you can't move on. Wrapping a tapestry of your emotions around yourself. Some call it a safety-blanket. This is how we survive. And this is what we pass as normal. And this is why we never heal.
make it
hurt
miss me?
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