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Love is always so fickle, Itself only as strong as our commitments. Oftentimes, we seek a level Which is non-commiserate To that which we offer. We often feel ourselves To be what's most important. Pushing & pushing. Until that day In which the push is away. Distance becomes Only that which we are close with.
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
If Only One Could Escape Waking Lucidness
Love is always so fickle, Itself only as strong as our commitments. Oftentimes, we seek a level Which is non-commiserate To that which we offer. We often feel ourselves To be what's most important. Pushing & pushing. Until that day In which the push is away. Distance becomes Only that which we are close with.
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
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