I have been sitting under this darkening sky, by the melody of waves and laughter of the breeze, I have been waiting for you for centuries. Wanting to share my joys and my loneliness, I have been waiting all my life for you. And you still won't come.
And now I am sinking under this heaviness of wait and soon I will be buried under the sand of time. But you still won't come.
And now I wonder if you ever existed.
And now I am sinking under this heaviness of wait and soon I will be buried under the sand of time. But you still won't come.
And now I wonder if you ever existed.
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Is this fiction? No.
Are you talking about yourself or me?
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