Till My Time Ends
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Última publicación dom, mar 23, 2025
Beneath the delicate pink blossoms, as I gently held your hands, time seemed to stand still. The birds ceased their chirping, the wind fell silent, and all around us, life held its breath; not even an insect dared to move. I could only feel my heart pounding, wondering if you felt it too. You did, didn't you?
The season of blossoms has returned, and I have returned to this land as well. However, it no longer holds the beauty and charm it once did, my love. The wind feels like a thousand tiny needles against my skin; the birds' songs grate upon my ears, and the people seem like monstrous figures from a dreadful nightmare. Life feels unbearable, yet I persevere, clinging to the hope that one day I will find you again and hold you close, Diana, till my time ends.
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