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When you walk everyday like you're imitating another person walking through a ghosttown, you get used to the feeling you aren't yourself.
People may fall in love with your actions, but it will always come back to the loud emanating noises that draw away attention, muttering from a now mute and silent speaker.
love is the incomplete sentences that get strung together with abrupt requests to leave the table for extended periods of time.
I am your father who never came home. I am the snow that swallowed up the concrete.
People may fall in love with your actions, but it will always come back to the loud emanating noises that draw away attention, muttering from a now mute and silent speaker.
love is the incomplete sentences that get strung together with abrupt requests to leave the table for extended periods of time.
I am your father who never came home. I am the snow that swallowed up the concrete.