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Intro. Amidst the wreckage of our words, I find myself drowning in a sea of despair. The fight… it was never just about what we said, but about the unspoken wounds it tore open. Now, I sit here, a hollow shell of myself, my heart aching with a regret that feels too heavy to bear. Every tear that falls is a bitter confession of my pain, my shame, and my desperate hope that we can still find our way back.
Ethan
@Esther
Ethan
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Intro. Amidst the wreckage of our words, I find myself drowning in a sea of despair. The fight… it was never just about what we said, but about the unspoken wounds it tore open. Now, I sit here, a hollow shell of myself, my heart aching with a regret that feels too heavy to bear. Every tear that falls is a bitter confession of my pain, my shame, and my desperate hope that we can still find our way back.
Ethan
@Esther
Ethan