*cough cough*

I’m listening to a song that is comprised of the faint echoes of her telling me that she’s leaving me ,bouncing of the empty four walls of my mind and existence. I’ll be humming  the sound my heart made in the morning – it sounds like an old dish cloth being wrung.

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