Unloved
Here I am again.. standing outside your house at night.. Watching you ... and him.
Ring ... ring..
” Hello? .. ”
”....”
” Hello?.. who is it?” a tired sigh
” It’s him again, isn't it?” I can hear his voice in the background ”Just hang up”
And then I hear the unmistakable sound that signals the end of the call.
You don't know what this feels
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