confession #2

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I still think of you sometimes...

When the night is quiet and my mind is loud, I remember how I used to fill the silence with your voice. But you are here no longer and your name is forgotten. Still, the words you whispered at 3 am stay like a ring in the back of my mind that I just can't turn off.

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