A quiet sort of calm came via the mobile phone. A quiet, familiar and comforting calmness. Its good to hear my past trickling down my ear canal and reaching deep into the crevices of my heart. That sweet voice I once longed to hear over and over again in my ear every moment of my life. Now I hear it once in a while and it still taunted me to long for it again. You're like a drug, dear little temptress from the past.

Sky
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