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I still hear the echo of your pen against the paper in that quiet space we once called home.
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The silence left behind by a genius is the only room I want to share with you tonight.
I still hear the echo of your pen against the paper in that quiet space we once called home.
The silence left behind by a genius is the only room I want to share with you tonight.
Nostalgia is just a cheap anesthetic for people who can't handle the silence of an empty room.
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