Our world spins. It starts to blend. Like a watercolor painting in which you added too much water. I told you not to. And now here we are. A sluggish mix of colors. That is what we are. Our lives are intertwined. I didn’t ask for that. I never wanted that. I never asked you to do that. So now I am stuck in a watercolor painting that I didn’t paint. You did.

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