There is a peculiar kind of suffering to be experienced when you love someone greater than yourself. A particular kind of hollow emptiness where the absence of that one person gnaws at your inside. A tender sacrifice.
It is like the lost melody of a phoenix or the bent and broken feet of a dancer. It is in every step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
It is like the lost melody of a phoenix or the bent and broken feet of a dancer. It is in every step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
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