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Smoke. Smoke is everywhere, and the multicolored lasers fire off to the beat of the music. The crowd pulses and moves to the bass slamming through them, and there were no drugs needed at this party to feel blissfully happy.
I’m having trouble handing you my heart It’s not your fault They say, “Dive in, vulnerability is beautiful” But it’s not worth the sobbing and seemingly endless aching