Sweet Surrender

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In loving something greater than myself, there dwells an extraordinary anguish—a sweet surrender. It is like the silent despair of an angel, her wings heavy with the burden of unspoken prayers, or the calloused hands of an artist whose brush, though weary, still strives to capture the beauty it cannot fully grasp. With every measured step I take, every inch I get away from you, I feel the ache of all that is forsaken, yet dare not retrace my path.

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