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Before the Song Ended
Somewhere between the music and the noise, I realized I didn’t want the night to end. I told myself it was just the energy of the crowd, the familiarity of songs I loved—but the feeling stayed. It settled beside me, quiet and unexpected, asking me to notice it. I didn’t know then that this moment—this pause—was the last one before everything shifted.
Feb 11
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