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Word-weaver, Soul-keeper. Heart-seeker, World-eater. You steal away the sorrow buried deeply in my chest, and it no longer hurts; the act of breathing, the act of being. You tug at my heartstrings and I wonder: “Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”
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Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 3:01 PM UTC
Heartstrings.
Word-weaver, Soul-keeper. Heart-seeker, World-eater. You steal away the sorrow buried deeply in my chest, and it no longer hurts; the act of breathing, the act of being. You tug at my heartstrings and I wonder: “Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”
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Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 3:01 PM UTC
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