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The way his voice softens and sings sweet symphonies, making a point to my ears, forcing them to listen, as if he knows the words he says have been anything such as a whisper to my past, they reduce me to tears, proving that i cannot see it true.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
Race through me
The way his voice softens and sings sweet symphonies, making a point to my ears, forcing them to listen, as if he knows the words he says have been anything such as a whisper to my past, they reduce me to tears, proving that i cannot see it true.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
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