Set fires with me, for old times' sake.

Are we living proof of what people become? Ordinary and suburban, playing out tired roles like sitcoms. We might each have our own take on it, but the results are the same. There was a trap and we both fell deep. I remember us. I remember late nights, big dreams. I remember certainty for the future, certainty for change. I remember knowing that anything was possible, that a life full of art and love and adventure was inevitable.

A decade later, and we've been stomped out by compromise.

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