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Even With You Here
Presence doesn’t lift the darkness. Rain brings brief ecstasy; nostalgia opens a tunnel; loneliness keeps its grip. At dawn, confusion lingers—and a hidden confession: I cry for you, in silence.
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You Matter to Me
A night of returning dreams: refusal, confession, and the stubborn refrain—you matter to me. Pain, a counterfeit chain, and the memory of a lone wanderer.