β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππππππ β a being like me ; wilts in the sun.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππ π β a winter born child ; ravaged but spirited.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππ ππ β my heart which beat wildly. violently. filled with violet fire.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππ πππ β through what is grim; i come to fruition.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππ β beautiful and menacing.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππππ β she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππ β be like snow: beautiful but cold.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππππ β the contrast of black and white.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππ β a womanβs heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππππππ β in my body i fight fire with the snow.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππππ β magic is nothing without passion.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ ππππππππ β i wanted nothing but silence.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππππ β you will learn why storms are named after people.
β§ : ο½₯οΎ πππππππ β she was brave and strong and broken all at once.
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