Sometimes it's just the talk. That shoulder movement or the walk between the bed and the wall, that enormous, invisible wall. It's just that. A word, a sound or an awkward but comforting silent look.
Sometimes it´s a just an inconvenient song that makes your head spin before your hole life hits you.
Sometimes it´s a just an inconvenient song that makes your head spin before your hole life hits you.
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