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the best part

by ogwilikers

we sat in separate rooms for the best part of our lives learning to talk through the floorboards, shoot daggers through open doors, hold my breath from upsetting the dust, trust that you'd do the same. i never knew how to help you you never knew that i wanted to we felt unwelcome living in a stranger's home for the best part of our lives
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29 / M / Scotland
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Written by
ogwilikers
29 / M / Scotland
Published
May 30, 2024
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1m
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#unwelcome#home#stranger#best#part
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