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They say history gets written by the winners… Well, looking
back, I still have this unsteady flame of hope burning, and I
silently pray to see that white flag, flying like a dove. This war,
between us, was a mistake from day one. You didn’t win this,
nor did I. So who’ll write our story? Who’ll be the guardian of
the good memories, the shared dreams? Will you really let us
fade away, as if we never existed? Just know that anyhow, I will
leave this world with the secret of what your arms felt around
me. And that, Love, shall be my victory!

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