"Literally"

the static on the radio is a comfort, a familiar hum against the city’s low thrum. another night bleeding into dawn, the kind where every streetlight casts a long, lonely goodbye. this is what remains when the noise fades, when all that’s left is the quiet truth hanging in the air.

a whisper in the dark, a reflection in the rearview mirror as you drive away. it’s the echo of a memory you almost forgot, now back to haunt the edges of your vision.

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