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1d
Every night, after everything that happens during the day,
I want to fall asleep holding your hand on my chest—
sometimes smelling it, sometimes kissing it.

And eventually, at the end of my life,
I want to die this way:
holding your hand on my chest
as you feel my last heartbeat.
Digital Melancholy
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Digital Melancholy  34/M/Bangladesh
(34/M/Bangladesh)   
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