Here-through the fogged-up hours, I'm right here. Not some cheer squad chant, just quiet proof: your storms don't scare me off, your doubts don't dent. We breathe, we lean, we last-simple as that.
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ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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A poetic declaration of staying in there come hell or high water. Nicely said
Thank you
Quiet proof of your loyalty... thanks!
Thank you
lovely, reminds me a of a voyage, chanting "We're not afraid to die... if we can all be together"
A nice take… thanks
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