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I remember the laughter,
the melody that once graced me like warm sunlight.
The way your fingertips traced across my skin
as though they were trying to memorize something eternal.

I never imagined
you could become the shadow that follows me now.

a whisper in every silent room,
a presence woven into the cold, decaying breath of night.

-Longing-

We used to be so beautiful: Always forgiving now forgotten.