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Oct 2018
Words turned to text turned to twenty minutes of waiting.
If you were asking, you should’ve been clearer.
One word and I would show it all to you.
Now your goodnight wishes have become empty space.
Half-finished conversations haunt me.

I’m sorry I tried to talk.
Rose Brown
Written by
Rose Brown  20/F/England
(20/F/England)   
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