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The bone chilling cold, like a bubble bursting in my mind. My emotions are numb, and everything feels false. I will shine through the darkness, but the shading of my past still lingers.

I'm an emotional bomb waiting to explode, with a triste anima that's hard to bear. I'm just a beggar, seeking solace in lullabies and trying to hide behind a frown.

My promises are as elusive as shadows, and our love is low-key wrong. But your charm has captured me, like an amor that can't be contained.

You've invaded my emotions with your superficial charm, making me feel yuck inside. Our moment together was brief but unforgettable.

Your drunken gaze left me lost in thought, and now you're asking me to forget you. The pain of our entanglement still manipulates my memories like brittle fingernails.

Fear grips me tightly as regret washes over me like nostalgia for what could have been gentle or even sunk into despair.

Time binds us together like paper airplanes we can't let go of until it's too late for forgiveness or forsaking each other as partners in black lace without principles while searching for love amidst blooms that leave us frustrated in haste.

In this world full of wounds that never heal nor forget—only imagine what could have been if destiny had led us down different paths where we'd let go instead of clinging on tight within our hearts where breakups cut deep into our souls leaving us lost without turning back or covering up those eye sockets filled with tears from being stingy about showing weakness when all we wanted was love not pride nor winning at any cost though losing hurt so much more than winning ever felt good yet there was no choice but to turn around face the scars from being overlooked yet find liberation by understanding why things were redundant only because time kept moving forward whispering sweet nothings while pretending life wasn't passing by too fast—sooner rather than later borders would shift once again bringing new experiences into our lives full of whispers longing for something genuine waiting patiently hoping against hope that next time wouldn't be another chapter written on empty pages left blank by neglectful hands...