“I love you not because of who you are but because of who I am when I am with you.”
Beneath the skin, a stage extends unseen, Where shadows shift and whispers intertwine. The prompter's voice, unheard yet infinite and keen, Demands, "Who walks these boards? This life, define? " Do I don robes of grandeur, self-crowned ki…
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