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4d
I try not to call.
We’re not together anymore,
but some nights,
my heart forgets.
It still waits
for your name to light up my screen.
I let the silence hold me—
because calling
would mean admitting
I still care.
Written by
Mary Huxley  F/Krypton
(F/Krypton)   
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