The Boy Who Had The World

The Boy Who Had The World

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Waking up at 3:30 in the am always freaked me out. So did the sound of trains. Living in the outskirts of a small city meant you should just go for a walk, right? Wrong. Not when you're like me, not when you have this many fears.
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Voicemail, yet again. Taking a deep breath, I start the message. "Hey, I've called you again. This is the last one, I swear. Remember when we would chat forever and ever? We would always drink hot coffee together and talk about our pointless day. It was a daily thing, until you found someone else to occupy your time. I wasn't needed anymore, so you cast me out. I'm in our place, same spot. When you decide to meet me again, I'll be here. I won't talk to you. All that I will spare you is a small glance and some cold coffee." Ending the voicemail, I collapse back into the chair and wait for the response that will never come. cover by @xHemmingsHugsx

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