
Don’t look back
Don’t look back, I won’t be waiting for you. You may see my faded silhouette but beneath the fog there lies no soul. She moved
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Don’t look back, I won’t be waiting for you. You may see my faded silhouette but beneath the fog there lies no soul. She moved

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I’m ushered towards the ‘returns/exchanges’ line which already has 5 unhappy customers ahead of me waiting. A part of me wishes I hadn’t scribbled this