(all) apologies
13 crows outside my window, the air is frozen. I can see my breath before me. I can feel it on the painted glass, my mind is my own prison. My heart is an open book, this is a letter to end there is no way to send. ... push, pause and delete ... Nobody was ever there for me. Apologies ... Before the aftermath, Rain against my window ... puddles ...
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