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Throughout the milky way outside. I hear him smoothing his way like he could glide. Every moment of his beating, continuous heart. Seemably, there is this war that could tear us apart. Never will I cast him away at this moment. Yet, it seems again hell is making our love bent. Not straight, but bent to nothingness. It's enough to make you say goodness gracious. As this was all just a soulfully impediment dream. My awakening was painful and felt not keen. It's a reminder that his everlasting touch... gone. *Looks down at the ground* Yet I shall carry independently on.