"I loved you like the moon loves the night — silently, from a distance, but completely.
You were my secret prayer, my whispered wish in crowded rooms.
Every tear I hid had your name carved in its fall.
You left, but your memories stayed behind like fingerprints on glass —
clear, visible, and impossible to erase.
Now I walk through life like a poem without rhythm,
a song without melody,
searching for a verse where pain doesn't rhyme with your nam
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