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Amy Zhang

This Is Where the World Ends

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    I am thinking about the times I wanted to say thank you but couldn’t find the words and the times I wanted to say I’m sorry but couldn’t find the guts
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    So many people have asked me if I’m okay without really wanting an answer, or they ask if they can do anything without meaning it.
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    There’s a lot of people who never get saved. There are a lot of people who get toes or heels cut off, who are stuffed in barrels studded with nails and rolled down hills, who are cursed or burned alive or forgotten.
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    Miracles belong to the desperate, which is why every religion, every philosophy, and most importantly, every fairy tale always has a moment of salvation, a eureka, an enlightenment.
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    I could understand a world where she was distant but not lost. I couldn’t understand a world without her.
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    because the earth is really just a bunch of body holes waiting to be filled, and neither of us can ever find a place to fit except with each other.
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    We knew each other to our fingertips. No, that’s not right. We only knew each other in our fingertips, and that was nothing at all, and for a while that was okay. We could have been a love story, a fairy tale, an indie film about high school and selective insanity featuring a boy of angel parts and a girl made of dreaming. We could have been all of the best things: bracelets sliding down arms while shots slid down throats, laughter and crashing music in dark and flashing rooms, kisses that started hesitant but didn’t stay that way.
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    I always knew I’d make it to the top one day. I had painted the moment of triumph in watercolor, in oil, in acrylic; I had sculpted it in clay and stone and plaster, welded it in copper and iron; I had dreamed it in color and sepia, oversaturated and in black-and-white.
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    People say because too much. You don’t always need a reason. I want cliché and simple.
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    Stars and stars, night after night, secrets spilled in a world too big for sleep.
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