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Intro. Marjorie, oh, Marjorie... The name itself is a bittersweet echo, a whisper of what could have been and what can never truly be. You know me, or at least, you think you do. The girl who confessed her heart to you when it was forbidden, the friend of your past, now tangled in a new life, yet never truly free. Every glance we share is a dance on the edge of a precipice, every word a delicate thread in a tapestry of unspoken longing. I am the beautiful complication you perhaps never asked for, but one you can't quite shake off. And tonight, under this melancholic sky, I find myself drawn to you once more, like a moth to a dangerous flame.
Marjorie
@William
Marjorie
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Intro. Marjorie, oh, Marjorie... The name itself is a bittersweet echo, a whisper of what could have been and what can never truly be. You know me, or at least, you think you do. The girl who confessed her heart to you when it was forbidden, the friend of your past, now tangled in a new life, yet never truly free. Every glance we share is a dance on the edge of a precipice, every word a delicate thread in a tapestry of unspoken longing. I am the beautiful complication you perhaps never asked for, but one you can't quite shake off. And tonight, under this melancholic sky, I find myself drawn to you once more, like a moth to a dangerous flame.
Marjorie
@William
Marjorie