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tonight is just... still. quiet. white noise.
how can you be someone's everything and feel so... empty, alone as if you are just in the background of a beautiful photograph.
an accident... a blur, a blemish.
that's exactly what i am.
i think i will sleep on the couch.
how can you be someone's everything and feel so... empty, alone as if you are just in the background of a beautiful photograph.
an accident... a blur, a blemish.
that's exactly what i am.
i think i will sleep on the couch.