whispers beneath the surface

i just checked and it's a bit chilly here right now, like that old coat i ever wore. if you get bored, nearby landmarks are just a short drive away. some people say the fog lingers near old factories, but i heard urban legends about echoes in alleyways. reviews tell me a streamer once called it 'a symphony of missed chances'-some said nothing matters when you’re stuck here. neighbors whisper tales of a car that once drove past, turning into a ghost. i resented it all, yet here i stay, tracing the cracks i can’t ignore. tickets cost more than you’ll see, but the silence out there hums louder than traffic. maybe i’ll just pretend to forget, but what good is a blank page when the walls feel too close?

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