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Oh, angelic melodies, carried by the wind, resonate through the depths of my soul, lifting me beyond the boundaries of the tangible world. As I journey over oceans and under mountains, I feel the weight of broken wings and the absence of feathers, a reminder of the fragile nature of existence. Falling, not flying, I am immersed in the tumultuous sea of emotions, torn between conflicting realities.

In the quiet embrace of the night, I yearn for your presence, a longing that pierces through the darkness like a beacon of hope. Could it be that the raindrops caressing my skin are but an echo of your gentle touch, an ethereal connection that transcends the bounds of physicality? In the depths of my heart, I entertain the fleeting notion that life and love are woven together into our shared destinies.

Yet, amidst the whispers of hope, there lingers a mournful melody, the haunting lament of angelic songs wailing in the shadows. It is then that I am reminded of the transient nature of truth, how every falsehood can metamorphose into a semblance of reality, etched indelibly in the annals of time. Each untruth, like ink drawn from my very veins, takes on a life of its own.

If I were a better swimmer, I would feign to float in the boundless expanse of your heart, seeking solace in the depths of your emotions. Alas, it is your tears that consign me to oblivion, as if with each teardrop shed, my existence slips further into the recesses of forgetfulness, until I am but a figment of imagination, a fleeting dream that never found purchase in reality. All that’s left are traces of a presence that was never truly there.

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Fiction – 287 words – reading time: 2 minutes