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𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏.
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waking up in a world before fame touched his name, before dreams turned into burdens. With time slipping away and emotions I never expected, learning that some bonds defy logic, even when the sands of time threaten to slip through our fingers.
The boy I idolized. The man he would become. And me, who might only see him again as a idol.
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