Microphone. Words would echo through the halls, and pierce my ears like a melody of chaotic whispers chanting for another chance. A life beyond a singular mistake. You called out, microphone in hand, to drown the noise ahead of any distraction from the words once said. “I love you, and I’m not afraid.” But it was just one moment too late.
Microphone.
Words would echo through the halls, and pierce my ears like a melody of chaotic whispers chanting for another chance. A life beyond a singular mistake. You called out, microphone in hand, to drown the noise ahead of any distraction from the... microphone stories
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It’s whatever.

Microphone. Words would echo through the halls, and pierce my ears like a melody of chaotic whispers chanting for another chance. A life beyond a singular mistake. You called out, microphone in hand, to drown the noise ahead of any distraction from the words once said. “I love you, and I’m not afraid.” But it was just one moment too late.

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