𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗌 ♥︎
𝐢 — 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐢𝐢 𝓦𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂'𝗂𝗂 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾
𝓛𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝑖𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝑤𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨
𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝐩͟𝐞͟𝐨͟𝐩͟𝐥͟𝐞͟ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍
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