Where do I start? You were my muse. You left me alone; sleeping, living on my own. You’ve changed so much. I never would’ve imagined I’d see you become this person that you have become. Selfish, unkind, cold-hearted and cruel. No touch, no love, no affection after you found her again. Your missed opportunity. We became companions in the end. Not in the end. In the end it is radio silence.
Radio Silence

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