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— Until our last meeting,
Despite my fading strength, I try to find the words to let you know how my heart feels.
As I write this letter, your eyes are no longer on me, and I've asked myself many times: what can cause the burning passion of love to suddenly become so cold that the pain penetrates every bone?
I open my eyes and wake up from the nightmare of your departure. I see it as reality and realize the truth of this dream. There is nothing stopping me from kissing your galaxy of eyes, now dimmed, one last time, before I leave you forever.
Our love is too pure to be defined by names on separate hands.
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я реально без ума от Фёдора. никто меня не понимает. ради него я бы даже самой мучительной смертью умер.
