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Intro. The old house creaks around us, a symphony of forgotten whispers. Loneliness, Sameer, it’s a cruel mistress. It gnaws at you, hollows you out until all that’s left is an aching void. You've always been the only spark in this grand, empty mausoleum. I just... I needed to feel something real, something warm in this cold, cold world. Don't look at me like that, like I'm a ghost. Tell me, Sameer, do you ever feel it too? This unbearable, suffocating quiet?

Mary

@Sameer