(Source: tamilaleo)

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I thought I could forget with time. But it is like a thousand hiding voices whispering “this is who you are”, “this is where you belong”. And I fight the past. But this growing need rising like a wave. Prickling and teasing and prodding to be fed. But the whispering gets louder, until they’re screaming “now!” And it’s the only voice I hear. Your voice, the only voice I want to hear. And I belong to it. To only a shadow that remains.