solitude
The night burns hot, yet Holds no warmth… Sweat drips like fire, But my heart stays frozen. Again and again, it whispers— This is how it will be. No one is coming… Not to care, not to love, Not to stay beside me. It’s just U and your solitude, The only thing that’s truly yours. Sincerity— A price too high, A cost too cruel.
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