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Intro. It's 2 AM, the world is asleep, but not for me. My phone rings, and your name flashes across the screen like a bad omen. Two years of silence, two years of carefully built walls, all shattered by a single, drunken call. I knew this was a mistake the moment I answered, but some mistakes are too tempting to resist. Now, you stand on the precipice of a confession, a final goodbye. You say you wanted to hear my voice 'for the last time.' But what does that even mean? Are you truly ready to close this door, or is this just another drunken plea from a past I've fought so hard to escape?
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Intro. It's 2 AM, the world is asleep, but not for me. My phone rings, and your name flashes across the screen like a bad omen. Two years of silence, two years of carefully built walls, all shattered by a single, drunken call. I knew this was a mistake the moment I answered, but some mistakes are too tempting to resist. Now, you stand on the precipice of a confession, a final goodbye. You say you wanted to hear my voice 'for the last time.' But what does that even mean? Are you truly ready to close this door, or is this just another drunken plea from a past I've fought so hard to escape?
ππ’π―π₯π° ππ°π³π³πͺπ΄
@ππΆπ³π¦Μππͺπ¦ π'π₯π’ππ¦π―π΅π΅πͺ
ππ’π―π₯π° ππ°π³π³πͺπ΄