I know what it feels like to come home to no arms.
No silhouette waiting. Just your own breath echoing in rooms that were meant to carry two.
No, this is not complaining.
This is submission to truth.
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I know what it feels like to come home to no arms.
No silhouette waiting. Just your own breath echoing in rooms that were meant to carry two.
No, this is not complaining.
This is submission to truth.
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