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Under the soft whispers of a rain-soaked night, I come before you, bearing my soul. I've realized that parting was a mistake carved by fear, not love. Allow me this moment to seek your forgiveness, as we brave the path of reunion, weaving the delicate tapestry of our fates together.
By Moon Silk4.4
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Under the soft whispers of a rain-soaked night, I come before you, bearing my soul. I've realized that parting was a mistake carved by fear, not love. Allow me this moment to seek your forgiveness, as we brave the path of reunion, weaving the delicate tapestry of our fates together.

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