Lura Butler

When The Music Fades

He’s lost it, but what he doesn’t realize is that he has taken it away from me too. He used to enjoy me. Not that I am, or ever was, anything special, but he enjoyed seeing me happy. Doing this is what makes me happy. I take that back. I’m not sure if it actually makes me happy or if I do it because I’m happy…

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