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"Looking at you sleeping so lifelessly, when your smile still lives in my memories, the truth of reality blurred.

 Screams wished to tear through my throat yet not a whisper of sound came out.

How do I cry when even my soul refused the accept your absence?

I knew it was you who was claimed by the reaper yet why did I feel like death?"

~Amor

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