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I've always been good at living in the moment, riding the high of a new song, a roaring crowd, a wild romance. But with this lioness, the woman who danced in and out of my lyrics, it was different. A raw, terrifying feeling gnawed at my gut, a feeling I hadn't felt before, a feeling I refused to name. Love, perhaps? 85Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbXZuqUAwos
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The initial exhilaration was beginning to fade, and like the embers after a blazing inferno, a sense of unease was setting in. We started clashing over the smallest things. Our fiery tempers, once a spark of our passion, now seemed like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
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She wanted more of me, more than just the darkened corners of the club and stolen moments under the city's neon glow. She wanted promises of tomorrow, promises I didn't know if I could give. I felt the walls closing in. Was this what love was? Was it supposed to feel like a cage?
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My music suffered, the lyrics that once flowed effortlessly now stumbled and stalled. I could see it in the faces of the crowd, hear it in the strained silence after each performance. They wanted the old Dax, the wild Lynx. And I yearned to be him again, to lose myself in the rhythm, the recklessness, the freedom.
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"I don't want to chain you, Dax," she said one evening, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. I watched her, a turmoil of emotions swirling inside me. I wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but I was frozen, trapped in my own internal battle.
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Her words echoed in my mind as I stood on the stage later that night, my guitar a familiar weight in my hands. The crowd fell silent, anticipating the first note, the first word. I closed my eyes, a desperate plea to the universe to break the chains holding my words captive.
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I strummed the first chord, my voice raw as I began to sing, pouring out my confusion, my fear, my desire for freedom, my longing for her. The discordant notes of my life weaving a melody of their own, the wild lynx and the lioness, entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
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The song ended, and the silence that followed was deafening. I opened my eyes to see her standing by the bar, a glimmer of something – hope, perhaps? – in her eyes. I knew then that my struggle wasn't over. The discordant notes were still playing, a song of love and freedom, a song only we could finish.
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