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Extinguished Flame
Extinguished Flame
Despite the pain, I clung to the belief that you were destined to be mine, that our connection was written in the stars. Each time our eyes met, I felt a certainty that you were the one I had been searching for, the missing piece of my existence.
Yet now, as I stand before you, I am enveloped by a haunting emptiness. The flames of love that once raged within me have been extinguished, leaving only a hollow void in their wake. With a heavy heart, I realize that the tumultuous journey of our love has reached its inevitable conclusion.
In this moment of clarity, I am liberated from the shackles of uncertainty and pain. The emotional rollercoaster that once defined our relationship has come to a merciful end, leaving me with a bittersweet sense of closure.
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Leaving wounds that never grow old.
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Each vow of love, a twisted refrain,
Leading lovers to sorrow, to endless pain.
His arrows pierce, not with love's sweet kiss,
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He twists and turns, with deceitful grace,
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The mountain air carries a crispness, accompanied by the gentle melody of birdsong. Standing atop this majestic peak, I settle down to absorb the breathtaking panorama. Below me, the river flows, a ribbon thousands of feet below, while lush green trees adorn the surrounding mountains. At last, a moment of tranquility envelopes me.
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