𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. imagines, thoughts and daydreams I cry while writing them |Please do not steal my writing|All Rights Reserved
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𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷. imagines, thoughts and daydreams I cry while writing them |Please do not steal my writing|
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