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Apr 6
I hate to break it to you— Dialing your number feels like tracing a flatline, As I wait, suspended in silence, The ringback tone echoes, a hollow refrain.

When the phone rings—I hope you answer it now. An unknown caller stays behind, I know, it waits for you to come by.
Eindeinne Moon
Written by
Eindeinne Moon  25/F/Wonderland
(25/F/Wonderland)   
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   --- and rick
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