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Victim of love Torn between doubt and delight. Connected to everything, attached to nothing. People turned away, so far away. Happiness demands of you the highest virtues. If you wish to get it or to keep it. There's wrong and then there's this. To think you're the only one who suffers.
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
A thousand promises of pain to come
Victim of love Torn between doubt and delight. Connected to everything, attached to nothing. People turned away, so far away. Happiness demands of you the highest virtues. If you wish to get it or to keep it. There's wrong and then there's this. To think you're the only one who suffers.
Simba
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28/M/Zimbabwe
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
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