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A Tag. A String. A Broken Thing.
I felt the loneliness this time like I didn’t feel it before like it was my new best friend like it had the key to my door I haven’t felt this overlooked since I was seventeen and I pressed the phone to my lips and willed him to call me a footnote a thread an empty bed trying to be more that’s how I felt when you didn’t