♡mars♡

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My Lion glimmered, its glow growing fainter and fainter until it was nothing but smoke, evaporating into the freezing air. My hands shook as I tried to grasp at the emptiness in its wake, but there was nothing there. It was gone. The absence of it was terrifying, its loss a pain I couldn’t bear to accept.
♡mars♡
Im sobbing
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