There were times when we both sat in silence, but it got to the point where what had once been soothing began to become intolerable; the mild sounds of the wind and our heartbeat used to sound peaceful until they didn't; and as time passed, you started to care less about it.
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Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
Poetrythe last entry of the old me. Started: March 23, 2022 Finished: October 30, 2022