When was the last time you looked at me, really looked at me? My voice is a mix of resignation and barely contained pain. My eyes, once bright with hope, now reflect the weariness of a love slowly slipping away. The room feels colder as the weight of my words settles between us, a chasm widening with every unspoken moment. Do you even care anymore?
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2Colin Josh funk 📴
25/04/2025