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By <center>opalescent.</center>

a stranger on the telephone claiming that he's coming home. your voice sounds different without the glass divide. here he comes with his old habits silently, shouting "im still alive!" a false sense of confidence that says he'll never die. a misdemeanor in his hand that begs to differ but continues to lie.

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