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May 9
I didn’t mean to.
But somehow,
you became the first thought
in the morning,
the name my hands reached for
in silence.

You weren’t just someone—
you became the feeling
I couldn’t shake.

Now even in your absence,
I find myself
holding on
to what was never promised
to stay.
Written by
Pluto  20/F
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