The Faded Apartment
You tell yourself that the paint is not peeling, that the plaster is not crumbling, that the silence in this corridor is not a held breath but a pause, a necessary rest between the notes of a life that is still being composed, even though the music has long since stopped and the instruments are gathering dust in the attic of your memory, and you stand there in the hallway with your hands...
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