I wake up alone,
his name an echo, fading,
the sheets still smell like himâ
like cigarettes, like rain,
like something I was never meant to have.
Chapter 23 of 23
I wake up alone,
his name an echo, fading,
the sheets still smell like himâ
like cigarettes, like rain,
like something I was never meant to have.
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