Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn’t exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.

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Normal is the word that everyone wants to return to after something bad happens. It is the word that holds on to the idea that life is getting back to normal. However, after the bad thing has occurred, normal doesn’t exist for anyone. Normal was smashed on the rocks below the bridge.

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