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i keep on trying to make it work, but could it, if only to me it means the world? i'm getting old & it becomes harder to get how to leave, letting you on. i wish i never let it happen, now i'm a slave of my own desired end.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
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i keep on trying to make it work, but could it, if only to me it means the world? i'm getting old & it becomes harder to get how to leave, letting you on. i wish i never let it happen, now i'm a slave of my own desired end.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
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