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IN the battles of fates, countless bonds have crumbled, leaving behind shattered hearts. love, once a beacon of hope, now dances in shards of shattered dreams. soul entwined, now torn apart, as destinies clash and tear love apart.

promises whispered, vows made, now lost in the chaos, the memories fade. tears flow like rivers, hearts cries in pain, as love sweet melody turns to a mournful refrain. bonds have fallen apart, dreams have turned into dust. loves flame extinguished, leaving only shadows of trust. hearts once united, now lost in they abyss, forever mourning the love they will miss. oh wont someone lend on ear to these wounded hearts, and inquire about their yearnings of joys? oh who will pause to listen to the silent cries and untold tales of these poor souls? who will ask these broken hearts what is it they truly yearn for? what brings hem peace? these poor hearts, battered and bruised, carry the weight of unspoken desires. their silent places echo through the night, unheard by the world consumed by its own pursuits.

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