I was your window. Your tiny window. The time spent between her. The adventure out into the real world. Your escape. Look through my glass.
I was your confidant. Your listening ear. Your fortune teller. Your ego boost. Your shoulder. Your journal. Write on my pages.
I was your speakers. Crescendo-ing and decrescendo-ing. Your noise. Your muse. Your soothing sounds. Your accompaniment. Let me sing.
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