Deep in the night,
when the world is asleep,
I dance with the memory,
I swore not to keep.
For some loves don’t end,
they just learn how to hide,
a wound left unhealed,
still bleeding inside.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
Deep in the night,
when the world is asleep,
I dance with the memory,
I swore not to keep.
For some loves don’t end,
they just learn how to hide,
a wound left unhealed,
still bleeding inside.
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