SilentRaz
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There was once a time where I would hold her in my arms.
A time when her eyes were filled with pure adoration and love.
A time when her smile resembled that of an angel.
Despite the violence and fear raging in the streets, she still smells like the fresh spring flowers, sweet and fragrant, like the time I held her under the falling cherry blossoms.
I've never stopped loving her. Not now, not ever.
My love of her is my most cherished thing.
COMPLETED: 10/8/2021