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what is unable to be spoken but must be realized.

and she finally closed that door.

they call her cold. her heart is ice.

a love doomed from the beginning, she reflects on their secret

perhaps with your violence you show your love for me.

just a moment is enough for me

-- soft a whistle in the wild the soft call of a thrush hidden in the growth of the vegetation is your voice calling out to me.

Why do you linger?

What does it take to break a bond?

he always did everything for him. but perhaps he needed to do something for himself.