I think, I like you
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Complete Wed, Mar 26, 202529m
This is just a piece of my imagination, a messy, heartbreaking monologue about unspoken love and quiet suffering. It's not a real story, just words stitched together from fleeting thoughts and imaginary heartbreaks. The kind of confession that feels like setting yourself on fire just to keep someone else warm. Maybe it's just a passing thought, or maybe it's something more. Either way, it's here now, bleeding onto the page.
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