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Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Orpheus as a type of love

You are like Orpheus, you love so deeply and so strongly that you’ll end up hurting yourself, my dear. If you were cursed and if you looked at something you loved you would die. You’d open your eyes looking at me and die with a smile knowing I was the last thing you saw.

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