The sun rises, the sun sets. Everyday without fail.
The moon makes its cycles around us, never stopping its pattern.
Everyone has their routines. All in a line, all of the days.
But did the sun not rise, the moon not spin, nor the schedules align?
And did the flow of time most likely mess with my mind?
Is it possible I paused while the whole world kept spinning, kept moving, while it kept living?
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Author:
Ella S. (Pseudonym) (
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