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everything smelled of baby powder as i walked into the room. the lamp posts outside shone inside the front window, cast shadows littering the carpet. the bed was left unmade, empty. i put my hand down on the bed linen. i could still feel a slight warmth in the cool pre-dawn breeze. and it struck a string within me, just so, just like an experienced violinist would saw down, knowing every string to play.
until i snapped.
until i snapped.