Fortnight

This writes "a fortnight" as withdrawal: a fling as short as two weeks, the ache dragging six months. Haven't you been emptied out by someone you barely had long?

Cool synths for a "even missing you feels too grand" exhaustion. Taylor makes brief-but-sharp loss distant yet piercing. You'll freeze — some wounds measure by depth, not length.

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