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The city at midnight was a blur of rain and neon, but Mark only saw one thing: her. He didn't even know her name, just the way she looked under the flickering streetlights of the underground club where he first saw her.

It started as a spark, but quickly became a fire that consumed his thoughts. He found himself walking the same streets every night, hoping for a glimpse of her silhouette. He was "losing his mind," as the lyrics went—obsessed with a ghost who didn't even know he existed. Every time he thought he saw her, his heart would race, only to sink when the figure turned out to be a stranger. Влюбился Р’ Неё Yukle

"I've lost myself in her," he whispered to the cold air, a line from a song he couldn't stop playing in his head. The city at midnight was a blur of