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And in the silent echoes of my heart, 

I bear the weight of an unspoken love,

a love so profound and profound it seems to consume my very soul.

He, the beacon of my world,

is blissfully unaware of the tempest that rages within me,

for in his eyes, I remain a friend,

a confidant in his journey

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