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May 17
I sit in quiet, alone in thoughts.
Suddenly, I hear your endless whispers calling my name.

They flow like a gentle stream in the bay,
soft and familiar, yet slowly fading.

The fading noise lingers, and I hold on,
though your words slip further from my memory.

I sit in quiet, alone in my thoughts
The silence remains but the thoughts still linger in my head
If only you could see how much these thoughts mean to me.
Pandaa
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Pandaa  28/Gender Fluid/N/A
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