New Year, Same Me
The unfortunate reality of life
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4 min readJan 5, 2022
It’s 11.56pm on new years eve. I can hear the neighbour’s muffled laughter through loud music. Some others down the street have been setting off fireworks, happy screams pervading the night sky. Right now, a bunch of people are happy. They are revelling in the hype of a new year, fuelled with alcohol and the hopes and dreams of tomorrow.
