10pm.
The time when i used to always text you,
The time i told you about everything
And anything.
10pm.
Every single evening.
The hour we got together,
When i confessed months of surpressed feelings.
10pm.
Now it's all gone.
But the hour remains special.
Instead of joy, it is filled with pain.
All because one text.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 2:15 PM UTC
10pm.
The time when i used to always text you,
The time i told you about everything
And anything.
10pm.
Every single evening.
The hour we got together,
When i confessed months of surpressed feelings.
10pm.
Now it's all gone.
But the hour remains special.
Instead of joy, it is filled with pain.
All because one text.
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