There's something cold about a goodbye shoved under a door. No face, no voice, just lips pressed to paper and slipped through the slot. This one plays like the last breath of night before the door swings shut for good.
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There's something cold about a goodbye shoved under a door. No face, no voice, just lips pressed to paper and slipped through the slot. This one plays like the last breath of night before the door swings shut for good.