Existence
Description
You don't need to know my name. You wouldn't remember it after I told you.
I'm just a broken man, just like a piano long forgotten in an attic.
I'm a broken man inside.
Foreword
How do you move on after your love dies?
How do you continue to exist when the only reason you lived was for her?
Credits to DinoYum for the poster.
This story was recommended by Simply Breathtaking -The Recommended
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