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Suficating Love

Suficating Love

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Romantika
love is a year of lies a bundle of guys a year of lust and the misfortune of trust love is cold like an icicle on your tounge and burns bright like the bright sun some wander with an idea unknown others go on an adventure to roam I use to believe in fairy tales and happiness, and now I believe in reality and sadness, I use to believe that our world was a place wear dreams cane true, now I know that our world is wear we and all dreams come to die, it is so hard to hide those screaming feelings in side that never go away or die the ones that linger until its our time to fly .
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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