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Sevgi fiziksel bir varlık olarak, sevilen kisiden çok daha öteye gidiyordu.
Reklam
exhausted from earn warmth instead of being met
Your love feels conditional, and that knowledge turns in my stomach like a slow ache. I don’t know how to say this— how to lay it at your feet without shattering the fragile rules your heart seems to live by. This anger circles back to me, to the parts of myself that stayed, that learned to swallow hurt and call it patience. This truth is a knife— I see it clearly, I don’t deny its edge. I hold it anyway, and accept the cut because silence would bleed me more.

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, bir kitabı yarım bıraktı
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