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I wait for your words like a parched throat waits for cold water.
💔💔
I have pulled out the dagger of memories from my heart,
But the wound will never heal.
Never heal
I'm worn by sorrow, they're graced by joy,
These are the scars of tears, or the pangs of love.
Tears....

— The End —