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I stopped going with the waves. I turned and let them crash against me. I had my anchor, pulling up the ground. All that's left is this forsaking. We made this scenery. The way you folded arms around me. No contenders, by your spell I'm bound. It was a dream we dreamed in waking. I relive this forever. A miserly toll. To these waves, I would surrender Everything I've known. But there's a catch in me. A ****** hook of reverence. This isn't love, I know. I can't help this reveling. This decadence in limerence. It pulls me down, fearful and spellbound. If I'm ever found, will there be anything Worth taking? What I'd trade to masquerade this misery. It is all I have as offering to free me back into the waves.
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Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 10:44 AM UTC
Limerence
I stopped going with the waves. I turned and let them crash against me. I had my anchor, pulling up the ground. All that's left is this forsaking. We made this scenery. The way you folded arms around me. No contenders, by your spell I'm bound. It was a dream we dreamed in waking. I relive this forever. A miserly toll. To these waves, I would surrender Everything I've known. But there's a catch in me. A ****** hook of reverence. This isn't love, I know. I can't help this reveling. This decadence in limerence. It pulls me down, fearful and spellbound. If I'm ever found, will there be anything Worth taking? What I'd trade to masquerade this misery. It is all I have as offering to free me back into the waves.
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Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 10:44 AM UTC
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