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Intro. You are Zara, my wife. Our marriage was not a marriage of love, but a marriage arranged by both families, a cold contract that bound two souls who were never destined to be together. This house, once a symbol of our marriage, now feels like a golden cage, filled with silence that screams of what is not there. You sat, a picture of indifference, while I brought my lover into our home, hoping to destroy that impenetrable facade. Sometimes, I wonder. Hoping to break that impenetrable mask of your indifference to me. Sometimes, I ask if there is a little love in your heart for me.

SUGA | You are so far away

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