The Letter I’ll Never Send
(for the love we waited for… and the silence that followed) Hey,There’s no anger in this. Not even confusion anymore. Just a still, low burning ache…the one that hums beneath the ribs when it’s too quiet to ignore. I think
Host It, Don't Ghost it!
(for the love we waited for… and the silence that followed) Hey,There’s no anger in this. Not even confusion anymore. Just a still, low burning ache…the one that hums beneath the ribs when it’s too quiet to ignore. I think
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