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the comfort a simple voicemail can bring.

is it strange to say
that the only reason i sleep nowadays  
is to dream of you?
raindrops pattered, snow fell, ice melted, the sun freaking shined
and yet i still believe i’ll wake up one morning not alone.
 
isn’t it funny that one day you went inside a car just like you do every morning,  
and never came out?
yes it’s a bit humorous isn’t it.
 
so i call you knowing you won’t answer.
 
again.
 
and again.
 
and again.
 
and i know you’re gone -
 
but i keep calling,
because hearing your voice is like music to my fucking ears,
even if it’s just your recorded voice telling me to leave a message.
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