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talking to you was like a simplex channel. you discarded me, my sentiments throwing them away like they meant nothing to you. maybe they really don't.
no signal.
because i was a broken radio channel one that spits out melancholy. breathing in the dust i've collected from you casting me in the attic of your despair ridden home.
