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Sadia Hakim

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When sorrow's shadow falls on love's remains,

Days pass with memories that bring only pain.

Tears fall like rain, a heart that's lost its way,

And unkind words cloud the light of each new day.

In dreams, I find solace, a fleeting peace,

A respite from the ache that love's loss can't release.

The days go by, a blur of endless strife,

A struggle to move on, to find a new life.

The love we had is gone, lost to the past,

A memory that haunts, a love that won't last.

Yet still I hold on to what we had found,

A bittersweet reminder of love's fragile ground.

The light in my eyes, once bright and bold,

Now fades away, a love that's grown cold.

- written by me

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“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)

Dream Jobs :

— forest witch

— rich vampire's wife

— haunted bookstore owner

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