The story
He wants the words buried before they cut again.
He finds the note and keeps circling it, letting the paper stay folded in his hand while the room holds its breath. Each line brings back the same small wrecks: the door shutting, the phone going quiet, the last thing she says already too late to take back. He knows what happens if he reads it again, and still he stands there with the page open.
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Lyrics
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