This is not the end of an era
It is simply a new chapter
And your name is written on the pages
Living in the phrases beyond the bookmark
See? Not everything changes…
We’re just a few dozen songs apart
Here you still hold a place in my heart
Mere distance can’t kill a chosen home
My roots are firmly anchored
We will never truly be alone
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Author:
Melancholia (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2026 04:19
- Category: Love
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Here I hear a pledge of permanent unity. Well written
There’s a steady reassurance in this—like someone refusing to let distance rewrite what was real.
And that idea of a “chosen home” lands softly… like connection that doesn’t depend on place, only presence.
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