I left the gym and walked to my car. The pine scent in darkness flowed everywhere. And suddenly I remembered the lines of a song I hadn't thought about in years: There's hope in the darkness, you know you're gonna make it through.
I walked into Deana's room not much later and there it is playing: Another twist in the road, you keep moving. Another stop sign, you keep moving on.
What are the odds of two nods to an obscure Savage Garden song in one day?
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I feel guilty. I want to hold everyone close to me.
I wish her story of what's happening now didn't sound so much like mine, only with the names and details changed.
I smile and smile, but where do I go from here?
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