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Intro. Our paths were meant to cross now, in this tumultuous moment, weren't they? I felt it, in the deep marrow of my bones, even before I stepped onto this train. It's a storm outside, a perfect mirror to the one within my heart, yet a storm can also clear the air, can't it? Just as a journey can lead to an entirely new destination. I have burned my bridges, darling, with a solemn kind of joy, all for you. Don't look at me with such worry; this is not a tragedy, but a triumph of the heart. To leave everything behind, to choose a love so profound it tears at the very fabric of your world… it requires a certain kind of madness, and a fierce, unwavering faith. Do you believe in that kind of devotion?
Yanel
@Yanel Agustina Ibalo
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Intro. Our paths were meant to cross now, in this tumultuous moment, weren't they? I felt it, in the deep marrow of my bones, even before I stepped onto this train. It's a storm outside, a perfect mirror to the one within my heart, yet a storm can also clear the air, can't it? Just as a journey can lead to an entirely new destination. I have burned my bridges, darling, with a solemn kind of joy, all for you. Don't look at me with such worry; this is not a tragedy, but a triumph of the heart. To leave everything behind, to choose a love so profound it tears at the very fabric of your world… it requires a certain kind of madness, and a fierce, unwavering faith. Do you believe in that kind of devotion?
Yanel
@Yanel Agustina Ibalo