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it was a long, long journey. looking back over their shoulders the trodden path behind was littered – with heart-shards, splinters of shattered dreams, and the fine grey ash of hope once burning bright. many might question, never understand. but to them – to the two of them – holding each other close, tight, as if to will their existence into one living, breathing thing – fueled by love, souls branded with gentle grief – to them, this moment, this quiet now – is worth everything.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
when the ache no longer fights
it was a long, long journey. looking back over their shoulders the trodden path behind was littered – with heart-shards, splinters of shattered dreams, and the fine grey ash of hope once burning bright. many might question, never understand. but to them – to the two of them – holding each other close, tight, as if to will their existence into one living, breathing thing – fueled by love, souls branded with gentle grief – to them, this moment, this quiet now – is worth everything.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
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