Still Here, Somehow
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Complete Mon, Aug 18, 2025<5 mins
You were never really mine, but there's still this ache inside me, like you were. Not the loud, dramatic kind of pain people talk about when they write about love, but the quiet, lingering kind. The way someone stays with you without asking, taking up space in your heart, and somehow, you let them.
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