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Sometimes staying hurts more than leaving,
in the echo of silence, whispers that won't flee.
I decided to embrace a love, an uncertain path,
but the weight of absence is a very certain burden.
Your laughter still resounds, like a distant song,
and in this empty room, I cling to the vain.
Memories, fleeting, envelop me with sorrow,
For distance is a sea, and I am a ship without a sail.
Sometimes I think of the missing air, of the cold,
in the endless hours, where there is no more summer.
The unsent letters, the missed calls,
a love that clings, despite the wounds.