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Last published Tue, Aug 15, 2023
one off story, fairly morbid.
Warning, mentions of suicide.
Sneak peak:
The whisper behind my ear reminds me of you. I turn, hoping to catch you, and all thats there to greet me is air. Whooshing past, running from what once was us...
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