misapprehension [s.m]

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Her. The reason I lay awake at night, the reason my mind questions my very existence. The day I smiled at her and she brushed me off, as if I were nothing. Her mesmeric amber eyes, her voice so passionate as she sang. The way her hands clenched around the microphone, not of nerves. But of all the emotions running in circles around her mind as she serenaded the audience. Every night she sings at the bar on the corner at exactly 10:54pm and every night she goes home with a new guy. After she goes home with them, I never see the same guy come back.

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