1:05 a.m.

1:05 a.m.

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time seems to keep passing. long nights, keep passing. days gone too fast even when i want them to last. fell in love once, never want to again. all this time passes, but her i am at 1:05 am.
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For others, growing up means growing apart, but for us, it felt different. We were inseparable, two halves of a whole, convinced that as long as we had each other, we could conquer anything the world threw our way. We were bound by something that felt unshakable-a connection so deep, it was as if the universe had designed us to fit perfectly together. But life has a cruel sense of irony. None of us could have predicted that the very force keeping us together would eventually drive us apart. What we thought was our foundation slowly became the fault line of every crack, every misunderstanding, every silence that grew too heavy to bear. Sometimes love is like that-a double-edged sword. It builds and destroys, heals and hurts, holds and pushes away. And before we knew it, the thing we once believed was our greatest strength became the storm that tore us apart.

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