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๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Œ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐“๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐Ÿ๐€๐Œ ๐–๐ก๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐’๐š๐ข๐ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ง ๐€ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐€ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐’๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐˜๐ž๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‰๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐„๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐๐ž๐š ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐”๐ก ๐Ž๐ก ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐Ž๐ง ๐€ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง ๐€๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ค
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐‹๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐‡๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐–๐ž'๐ ๐๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ข๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€ ๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ"๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ!"
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐€๐ฌ ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐‡๐ž ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐’๐š๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐–๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐„๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹-๐Ž-๐•-๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐’๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐ข๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐†๐ž๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐š๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 ? ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 forty eight hours since she last saw Tom or heard from him. During those hours, Lyla had not been getting any sleep and she had grown such hatred for herself. The blonde girl missed him, but this was all her fault. She was deeply sorry. I mean nothing happened in the way she wanted it to happen.

Lyla's phone had been blowing up non-stop. Notifications after notifications until she finally decided to turn them off. The girl didn't even care at this point. She had been in her bedroom unless she went out to get food or go to the bathroom.

The blonde girl let out a sighed as she looked at her bedside table where her lyric book was. The only comfort she had was writing down her feelings. Well, writing down everything she regretted.

Lyla leaned up and grabbed the book, flicking to the page where she wrote the lyrics to the song she had wrote all her feelings out on, occasionally scribbling and ripping out pages. This was torture. She found her daylight throughout her hardest times, and then she blew things out of proportion.

She let out a sniffle and picked up her pen, writing down whatever came to her mind. That night was all a mess. She didn't mean what she said, but her insecurities got the best of her, and instead of fighting them, she just followed them. The blonde singer didn't want to do it him. Most of all, she didn't want to lose what they had. But she did. In Lyla's eyes, she was the one to blame.

It had taken a couple minutes for Lyla to write some more lyrics, and when she did, she put her notebook down on her bed and picked up her guitar that was on the floor. Lyla held her guitar close to her and strung a few strings before sadly playing the song, her lips quavering at the thought of Tom.

❝ 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗐
𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝗁
𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝖶𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖶𝗁𝗒'𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁?
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 ❞

Lyla paused, letting out a sigh as she quickly wiped her teary eyes with her sleeves. She looked back at her lyrics, scanning over the other part she wrote before softly singing it.

❝ 𝖧𝖾𝗒
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽
𝖨'𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍
𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗒
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝗈
𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾
𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽
𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍
𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍
𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ❞

Lyla repeated the chorus again before finishing off the song, that she needed to finish later on. She placed her guitar back on the floor and closed her lyric book, placing it on her bedside table.

The girl let out a sigh, running her hand through her blonde hair. Then, she picked up her phone, scrolling through all her messages to which she ignored. Lyla wanted to talk to someone about this, so she went on the group chat with her, Phoebe and Sienna. Those girls always cheer her up.
























ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕┇𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋┇𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
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𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨
𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺?

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋
𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖧𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗆 ?

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍.

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿
𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋
𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐?

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍
𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾
𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾
𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖮𝗁 𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺...

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌.
𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄
𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉!

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌
𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆!

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚 🧸
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾.

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋
𝖫𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌!!!
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋!

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋
𝖨𝖿 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖳𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾
𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎!

𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 🦋
𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌
𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 💕
𝖤𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄
𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾!


























ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 !

♥ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟗,𝟐𝟖𝟏,𝟒𝟎𝟎 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.
𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾?

━━ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝




































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑!?!

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 boyfriend Tom Blyth have been together for more than two months now, and now people are wondering if they've finally called it quits. I mean we all they wouldn't last with Rose's reputation of being a 'player' or well... a 'slut'.

The two had become the new 'it' couple, some people envied them and some loved them, but did all the hate against them leave Tom into breaking up with her? I mean, again, not surprised if he did.

Rumours also had it that Blyth left Rose's apartment in 'tears'. Perhaps Rose cheated on him?

The blonde singer hadn't posted in two days, until today where she posted a picture and captioned it as "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞?". Rose turned her comments off, but Blyth did not like the post.

Is Lyla trying to get her way back into Tom's after possibly cheating on him? Guess they aren't Endgame anymore. Shall we prepare for the heartbreak album like always? Will she make Tom be seen as the bad guy in her songs? Let's wait and see.










































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[#] 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾
[#] 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗐 😚
[#] 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉?








ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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