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... f she were fragile. Every movement felt laden with a weight I couldn't explain. The sorrow was not mine, not originally, yet it had become mine, weaving into my very essence. The pain was sharp, cutting through the layers of my psyche, reaching into the deepest parts of me that still bore Dravis's memories.
It was a hurtful, sorrowful, and unbearing pain, yet it was beautiful in its intensity. It was as if I was reclaiming something lost, a piece of myself I never knew was missing.
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