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There's nothing I can really own, I ache at something that wasn't mine; no memories to recollect and no sound of voice that I could memorize, not even a light could stay within. And even the sky changes its color, it doesn't even own the stars.

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saintplush

25 / F

For You?

Written by

saintplush

25 / F

Published

Nov 24, 2023

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Tags: #love #poignant #lost #ache #desiderium

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