[You can always trace it back to a moment - maybe a series of moments, one after another - when life begins to change. That moment when she stands up, stretches her arms and shakes inertia off herself. She moves. Alters. Changes. The moment is - or series of moments are - marked indelibly, like fireworks against the background of a dark sky.]
I see you. You see me.
Explosions in the sky.
Happiness in true camaraderie.
Eyes closed. Rumbling beneath my feet.
Explosions in the sky.
And suddenly it’s just me.
Broken, empty tears like rain.
Explosions in the sky.
Nothing’ll ever be the same.
Deep breath; begin and done.
Explosions in the sky.
The game is lost and I am one.
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