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When there is no one left to talk to, all I find is an exhausting telephone conversation sweltering behind the lonely walls of this one-room house. It's a sour blend of words and conjures that persists we’re depressed. Twist the pair of us into corresponding puzzle pieces - the way we were when we first met because silence has absorbed sorry’s and

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[autumnsea]

*hugs tight*

[loveisweakness]

*sends you a large box of love*