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"This is what I get for listening too much." You're impossible to please— a fortress with no key. Tell me, how does it feel to be besieged? You don't just resist love, you resent it. Always. Strong on the outside, a mask everyone admires… But have you ever leaned in, just once, to breathe the warmth you crave? The kind of ease you cherish in dreams?
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
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"This is what I get for listening too much." You're impossible to please— a fortress with no key. Tell me, how does it feel to be besieged? You don't just resist love, you resent it. Always. Strong on the outside, a mask everyone admires… But have you ever leaned in, just once, to breathe the warmth you crave? The kind of ease you cherish in dreams?
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
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