[it’s where you could find me when you couldn’t find me anywhere else]

Em…

In times like this, I wish I could talk to you like how I used to. I miss your sweet voice and your lopsided smile. I miss our chats and five-hour phone calls. But now, the only way I could talk to you, and it’s just infinitesimally possible, is through an ouija board. Fuck this.

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