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If I could never see you again, I'd gouge my own eyes, so that your face should be the last thing I saw. My hunger to live- fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Lasting Memory
If I could never see you again, I'd gouge my own eyes, so that your face should be the last thing I saw. My hunger to live- fueled by the desire to keep your memory burning throughout my mind.
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Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
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