prologue - three

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i love you with the eternal sadness of dark moons and forests. but we must move on from our ephemeral dance, fast and dizzying like saturn's rings and the nebulas swirling within your galactic eyes. my dying heart no longer longs for your sweet innocent songs of hope and kindness, but instead for the pain of my own kind.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸWhere stories live. Discover now