The End of the World Came Every Day Then

Once in the movies, I moved seats, angry, sensing the rising of the storm, the end of all good things. How I wept back then. Clutching my chest as if it had broken open. The end of the world came every day then, the start of a new one too, but I was young then, too young to know better. And too soft to learn the hardness required.
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