"But I’m like a father to you, only younger. A lover with a beautiful soul, nothing special about it. For you, it was an ordinary happiness. I was the one who shouldered the burden when we experienced two discrete halves of the love we shared."
While I was taken to the altar as a sacrifice, back
home a stick of incense was already burning for someone else.
hijaputa
— Dec 20, 2025 02:23PM
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