It’s haunting me.
                                                                                                          The sound you make at everything I say. 
                                                                                                          Is it fake? 
                                                                                                          Is it forced? 
Is it real? 
Just like your voice?
The sound of your broken laughter echos through my head
that sound. 
The one I hear constantly at the back of my mind.
Not the sound of your voice when you say charming things,
Not the sound your lips make when you want to kiss me
But the sound of your pure joy. Your laugh. It’s the only thing that sounds real enough right now.
I miss it
I want to hear it again.
and again.
and again.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.


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