A single song can hollow you out. It doesn’t ask permission, it just walks in, pulls up the floorboards, and starts naming ghosts you thought had no faces anymore. “Unchained Melody” does this without mercy, turning speakers into seance tables and living rooms into confessionals. One note, and suddenly you’re back in the moment you almost said what you really fel… Continues…
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