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The hope, that you may never read these words.
The fear, that you may never read these words.
My every nothing is you. My everything is us
Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness
Day 2710 of failure
If I promise to not call it love. Do you promise to stop asking me to let you go?
You are my moon. My light in life that is nothing but a dark night. Even when I can't see you. I know you are there. There is no repaying that.