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The music is playing on its own, echoes like Queen's "Love Of My Life." Love is never enough. I lie alone in the twilight of the night. From July to December, will you still want me? Our relationship seems dead, I tried to be strong while enduring this. Will you still be mine? We're in a lonely club, would you still be mine? I felt you were too kind and manipulative. Take advantage of me, so I return to the shadows. "Love will never last forever, it's fleeting like climate change" - you
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The music is playing on its own, echoes like Queen's "Love Of My Life."
Love is never enough.
I lie alone in the twilight of the night.
From July to December, will you still want me?
Our relationship seems dead, I tried to be strong while enduring this.
Will you still be mine?
We're in a lonely club, would you still be mine?
I felt you were too kind and manipulative.
Take advantage of me, so I return to the shadows.
"Love will never last forever, it's fleeting like climate change" - you told me before leaving.
From July to December, will you still want me?
Someone like you and me? The two of us together, yet different?
We're in a lonely club, would you still be mine?
Queen is still playing on the radio. Promise to be mine, only from July to December.
But as you said: "Love will never last forever, it's fleeting like climate change."
We're in the same club, searching for our united souls.
Take advantage of my kindness, and I'll return to the darkness like a melancholy panther.
We're in a lonely club, you would still be mine, from July to December.
Club of Souls - Judson Kaique 26-07-2026.
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the vulnerability isn't flowery. it's laying out exactly what happened, the coldness, the asking, the person who was too kind. real people write this when they're hurt and trying to make sense of it.
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i would write this line down: 'take advantage of me, so i return to the shadows like a melancholy panther.' that voice, asking for harm as a way back to yourself, that's the line that stays.
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that july to december thing gets me because it's asking 'how long until you leave?' in a specific timeframe. my ex used to do that, promise through december, then january would come and so would the end. waiting for an expiration date on someone loving you is its own kind of lonely.
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the queen reference cuts different when you're reading about someone actually leaving
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why july to december specifically? is it just 6 months or does that stretch mean something else
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when you say 'too kind and manipulative' together, do you mean they were actually being manipulative, or that their kindness masked something you couldn't read?
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the melancholy panther image actually stopped me. that specific detail of returning to darkness like an animal, stays with me.
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this is so sad 💔
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