✧;── 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ──; ✧ white mode. font times new roman. smallest font size
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𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿
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⋆ ╤╤╤ ✯ ╤╤╤ ⋆ ┊┊┊┊✧ ┊┊ ┊┊⋆┊┊ ☪︎ ┊✭ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ ✧ ✵
"𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒔."
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𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘆 stepped into her small home. the walls were chipped with white paint, cigarettes covering the wooden floor, her mothers dirty clothes scattered amongst every surface— it was a mess. their home was hot and unpleasantly warm, the occasional breeze floating in from their opened window. their crappy air conditioner had broken down for the fifth time this week. the smell of her mother's weed and low-grade liquor engulfed the small apartment. they were used to it though...
she was finally home after a full week of sleeping at estee's after her mother told her she wasn't welcomed because the asian girl found out her mother stole her last gram of weed that she desperately needed after a long day. her mother called her every name in the book: an ungrateful whore, a no good slut, a junkie that'll never amount to anything. those were just a couple that she could name but there was many more.
