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4d
I thought I was the joy she knew,
Now I see I make her blue.
My love, instead of setting her free,
Chains her soul, weighing her deep.

I swore I’d lift her, make her whole,
Yet I’m the shadow dimming her glow.
I long to be the peace she seeks,
Yet all she feels is the pain I speak.
Written by
Aymeric  20/M
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33
   Ghost
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