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⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♱୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ᶜᴴᴱᴿᴿᵞ ᴾᴸᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ ᴾᴵˣᴱᴸ ᴰᵁˢᵀ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚸ ┊ ˚ ☣︎ ⋆ 𐕣 ˚ ⚸ ┊ ┊ 𐕣 ˚ ┊ ┊ . ☣︎⋆˚ ┊ ⚸ . ⋆ ☣︎ ⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚ 𐕣
⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♱୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ══*.·:·.✧ ✧.·:·.*══ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣
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₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧In the vast expanse of night's embrace, Moon and Sol, a distant love story takes place. As the world draws near its final breath, They confess their love, facing the brink of death. Moon, with her silver glow and gentle grace, Yearns for Sol's warmth, a distant embrace. She orbits in silence, a celestial dance, Hoping for a chance, a fleeting romance. Sol, radiant and bright, a fiery ball of light, Longs to hold Moon, to kiss her goodnight. He burns with passion, his rays reaching out, But their love is forbidden, clouded in doubt. For they reside in separate realms, worlds apart, Bound by destiny, unable to start. Moon, cold and distant, whispers in the dark, Her love for Sol, an eternal burning spark. Sol, fierce and glowing, shines from afar, His love for Moon, like a distant star. They watch each other, across the vast divide, Yearning for a love they can never hide. In the twilight hour, as the end draws near, Moon and Sol's love becomes crystal clear. They confess their feelings, their hearts laid bare, Knowing their love is destined for despair. As the world crumbles, and darkness falls, Moon and Sol share a love that enthralls. Their story, a tragedy of love unfulfilled, Yet their connection remains, unbreakable and skilled. In the final moments, as chaos consumes, Moon and Sol unite, their love now blooms. For even as the world comes to its end, Their love transcends, forever it will extend. Moon, Sol, an eternal love story, Written in the stars, their legacy of glory. Though their love may never be fully requited, In the depth of the cosmos, their love is ignited. ᗢ₊˚✧ ゚.
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⁠*✧⁠◝ʕᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒʔฅ~♡ ʕ⁠·⁠ ᴥ ⁠· ✿ʔ。⁠*゚⁠+⁠*⁠. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 -𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕.𝒎𝒊𝒊 𓆏
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🍓𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔🍓 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒕? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 "𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆" 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒓 '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝟔𝟎, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒃 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝟔𝟎, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚) 𝑹𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝟔𝟎, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚) 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 (𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆) 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚, 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 (𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓) 🍓𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖🍓 🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆
𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 & 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕. 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 & 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕.
ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪᴛ ɪɴ. ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴍᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ.
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵃ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˡⁱᵗ ʰᵒˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵖᵉˢᵗʳʸ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡˡʸ ˢʰᵉ ᵍˡᵒʷˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢʰᵉ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐʸ ᶜʳʸˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳʸ ᵐʸ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★
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𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖? ♡
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In a letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (1818), Keats wrote: “ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔦𝔭 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔩 ℜ𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢 – ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯-𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢-𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔰-𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.” 1819 Keats wrote to his brother, George: “𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 – 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔓𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞 – ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 ℑ 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 ℑ 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 – ℑ 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪’𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢 – 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪…” In his last known letter, Keats wrote to his former housemate, Charles Armitage Brown. Dated the 30th of November, 1820, Keats wrote from Rome, where he had gone to convalesce from tuberculosis. His friend and his fiancée awaited him in England, not knowing that he was never to return. “𝔗𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔐𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 – 𝔶𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.” On Friday the 23rd of February, 1821, John Keats passed away in Rome
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