"Perhaps it's the softness of your promises, a velvet thread that keeps me bound within these walls. We move in perfect harmony, every gesture rehearsed, every smile practiced-like characters in a story only you hold the script for. The world outsid...
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To my insomnia that drove me to write as I let time slip through my fingers thinking of the man I ought to adore in my dreams, this story wouldn't be created without you.
