triggered

We don't know when we'll be the trigger for someone else - when the cock of the gun will be left ringing in our ears, when the pounding of our chest will hit those chambers one last time as the bullet punctures it, draining the blood and leaving it helplessly hollow. Filled with rage instead [...]

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framed by skyscrapers

She sat in front of a cafe, drinking boba from an entirely different - entirely cheaper - store. She sat with her red notebook open flat in front of her. An ambitiously inky pen in her left hand, its remnants smudged across her palm, she wrote and wrote a story of a world not all [...]