My keys, ipod and cell phone clung on to the tips of my fingers, and I held them without trying.
I felt like dropping everything.
I feel like dropping everything. Physically, literally, metaphorically.
Stopping to lean against an ageing parapet, stare out at planes that swim through clouds and try to breathe at the sight of city lights that will always, always hold empty promises.
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