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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2024-11-24 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Say something, even if it's too late. I've left my heart wide open, but your words are drifting further away. You're here, yet I feel so alone. I try to read your eyes, but all the promises have faded into silence. I searched for you in every shadow, in every wish I buried in the dark. I don’t know how to leave, I don’t know how to stay. My heart trembles at every whisper, but your words no longer come. I gave everything I was, but it seems it was never enough. And this silence, it's tearing me apart in pieces I don’t know how to gather. Maybe you’re tired, maybe I’m tired of waiting. But say something, anything, before we both walk away in different directions.
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