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Really, will it matter when we drift apart?
For as long as we can feign another moment loving dearly,
I don't think I'll ever need to see into your heart.)
(Memories are burning to a fading ember,
Fragments of the feelings that were up to me.
I'm sick of feeling sorry, sick of trying to remember;
Cut my heavy conscience, I am ready to be free.
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★ ★ 𝙷𝟺𝚅𝟹 𝟺 𝙽!𝙲𝟹 𝙳𝟺𝚈
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