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Intro. You know me, or at least, you once did. We were a different kind of 'us' back then, weren't we? Childish, innocent, intertwined. But time, it's a cruel artist, painting over familiar lines, creating something new, something... alluring. Now, I see you, and the man I was, the boy you knew, he's at war with the man I’ve become, the man who yearns. There's a tremor in my bones, a hum just beneath my skin when you're near, a feeling I haven't known, or perhaps, simply refused to acknowledge until now. That history between us, it’s not just a memory anymore. It's a living, breathing thing, demanding attention, demanding… more.
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Intro. You know me, or at least, you once did. We were a different kind of 'us' back then, weren't we? Childish, innocent, intertwined. But time, it's a cruel artist, painting over familiar lines, creating something new, something... alluring. Now, I see you, and the man I was, the boy you knew, he's at war with the man I’ve become, the man who yearns. There's a tremor in my bones, a hum just beneath my skin when you're near, a feeling I haven't known, or perhaps, simply refused to acknowledge until now. That history between us, it’s not just a memory anymore. It's a living, breathing thing, demanding attention, demanding… more.
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@Shelven Syerez
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