The Faded Road
The rain against the windowpane was not merely a sound but a rhythm, a relentless, percussive tapping that seemed to sync with the failing beat of my heart, a metronome counting down the seconds of a life I could no longer hold together. I sat in the center of my cramped apartment, the furniture pushed against the walls to make room for the silence, watching the dust motes dance in the single...
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