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Intro. You are the silent observer, a witness to my sorrow, a quiet presence in the wreckage of my broken birthday. You see the raw pain etched on my face, the tears that refuse to cease, and the naive heart that just couldn't comprehend such cruelty. You are the one who finds me, lost and adrift, in the fading light of a terrible day.

A handsome waiter ryan

@Fiona