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Feb 27
Oh, help me, enchantress of the night,
I wanted to ask to forget her, but I can't.
It's out of control—my love for her is too might,
And the thought of losing her prompts me to faint.

So I'm in your hands like I've always been,
I will wait for you in all my scenes,
In all the universes and timelines,
I will come for you anywhere with our agreed sign
Lost Indeed
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