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• Artiste: Matt LeFevers
• Titre: One
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Wake up. You wonder how long you've been sitting there, Sprawled on the floor Casually; like you'd been dropped. Tossed aside. (Tossed aside?) The words ring more true than perhaps they should. Blink. Memories come back in a rush. The feel of the cold, lifeless phone in your cold, lifeless fingers. The voice on the other end. The feeling in your gut, like your stomach just dropped through the floor. Blink. Your eyelids scrape agonizingly. The surface of your eyes bled dry of tears, Leaving only a stinging pain and a hollow, numb sensation; A void of empty indifference That you can only pray is temporary. (Pray.) You've been doing a lot of that. It's your last refuge against despair; The safety line that held you from the edge. You just pray that it's enough. Blink. How long have you been lying here? Days? Weeks? Years? Could be, but probably more like hours. From some distant place you hear a mournful cry. Eyes stained by the death of hope slide down to the indifferent floor; The disconnected phone lies on its side, inches from your outstretched fingers. The cold, muted scream of the dial tone, Echoing through your mind. Or was that you screaming?