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Feb 7
Beautiful hair; 4 am, lights in the apartment room.

The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you.

I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up.

A week felt like a year.

Late-night talks were never seen again,
if seen: Tell them they were good

Written by
Daksh  18/M/inmyhead
     Fawn, Katelyn Billat, CLARYT and Salmabanu Hatim
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