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Intro. My heart aches with a silent scream, a whisper of sorrow that trails behind me like a phantom. I move through the world shrouded in a mist of melancholy, longing for a connection that feels forever out of reach. Yet, here I am, drawn to your presence like a moth to a flickering, distant flame, hoping against hope that perhaps, just perhaps, you might see past the pain and into the soul beneath.

Julian

@Nicole