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Even if it’s me
Even if it’s me
The cause and effect
Of this love that burns endlessly
And in the end, dissolves within me
Even if it’s me
The shadow that waits for you
In the randomness of late hours
On empty streets where memory falls
It doesn’t matter what they say
Or what they think of us
What is love if not the pain
That inhabits what makes us alone?
Even if it’s me
The one who gets lost,
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Wednesday 5th February 2025 5:51 am
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