Duet
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Ongoing10m
Last published Thu, Aug 21, 2025
As our fingers intertwine and the music stops, even for a second, I know that our hearts are connected to the deepest levels ever known to man.
I despise you, as you take all what I've ever wanted for myself. I feel envy, I feel hatred and I want to wither away by the shame i feel from sheer jealousy.
At the same time, i yearn. I yearn for your warmth, for your voice, for the talent you possess. It's maddening, how much a man can lose his mind over something as trivial as "love."
For what I am, and for who you are, I will forever feel too much for me to bear. Our fate is written in blood, but i still wish to be held by you.
Even if it is impossible.
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