Saudade : A deep, aching longing, a wistful melancholy that lingers like a forgotten dream. As I trudged toward the heart of the river, the shimmering lights of the city blurred in my vision, thoughts consumed by the man who had once been my reason to exist. Slowly, the cold water embraced me, pulling me under, as I gasped for breath-hoping, in my final moments, to glimpse his face one last time...
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