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7d
I want you, yet you’re a ghost in my arms,
A dream that fades with the dawn.
I want to die, yet cowardice binds me.
My hands too weak to end this ache.
So I live, cursed to wander this earth,
Craving a touch that time won’t return.
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Aymeric  20/M
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