02/11/2023
I pray for him, as if he didn't leave me in ruins. Desolate to his beats and singing yet still we're in sync. Mimicking one another in unfathomable distance you'd swear we won't recover but best a gone lover than one you never acquired.
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02/11/2023
I pray for him, as if he didn't leave me in ruins. Desolate to his beats and singing yet still we're in sync. Mimicking one another in unfathomable distance you'd swear we won't recover but best a gone lover than one you never acquired.