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She stares at the sky in all its poisonous glory: The acidic clouds which erupted into flames spewing passion. It seems in these recent days the contrast between night and day no longer exists; there are only long hours filled with screams and sighs. Nothing goes right anymore, but she is used to it. She barely notices those ice blue shards burning into her back, and no longer can hear those bittersweet symphonies of loneliness in sleepless nights. As she walks down the deserted gravel road, liquid pebbles of broken dreams fall off her chin, and no one can tell if it’s from the rain or not. It’s all the same, anyways...