My soul is suffocating, weighed down by absence,
Weeks without moonlight, or the sun’s gentle dance.
Separated from the waters that once held me tight,
The ache within grows, a relentless, hollow blight.
My soul is suffocating, weighed down by absence,
Weeks without moonlight, or the sun’s gentle dance.
Separated from the waters that once held me tight,
The ache within grows, a relentless, hollow blight.
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