Before the sun is awake, you are. And you talk. You are the rooster crow of humanity, driving us out of bed and to the office. Yours is the voice of normality, consistency. I'm dependent on you. But I don't know you. Does anyone really know you, the person behind the voice?
And then you played that song - the one that was filled with too many memories, freshly tearing open old wounds that I thought were long healed.
I know you were just doing your job. I know I can't blame you. But I'm just so tired of blaming myself.
Whoa. This is really good. That last paragraph is a kicker.
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