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neonsigh
Jun 13, 2026 07:38AM
Every night, without mercy,the sadness comes.Not as a whisper,but as waves.The same wavesthat kissed my spine in La Unionwhile you laughed beside me.Now they return alone,and so do I.View all Conversations
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