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A slow departure, felt in quiet shifts,
As presence fades and silence drifts.
A hand that loosens in a gentle hold,
A story ending before it’s fully told.
It is the distance in a crowded room,
The softest fading, like the twilight gloom.
A love that lingers, though the heart must break,
As memories become the only way to wake.

Answer 1

i love it

Answer 2

tuff boi

Answer 3

Man this made me have a tear

Answer 4

tuff

Answer 5

Nice job, I like this

Answer 6

0/10 delete delete

Answer 7

:SOB:

Answer 8

Its true

Answer 9

<3