XXXI

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can i have my farewell embrace, and i'll whisper in your ear how miserable i'm going to be now that you're leaving. there's a chance that i'd effortlessly fall into the abyss because you won't be there to hold me anymore. just picturing it in my mind makes me want to beg, kneel in front of you and say you don't have to go. it seems like fate hates me, fate hates us. the world doesn't want us to be in each other's arms. but what can we do? when fate is all we have, we tend to give in.

goodbye, my love.

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