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𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡? 𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰? 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩? 𝔚𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔡.. 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔡𝔬𝔪.. 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨.. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔬𝔡.

-`ღ´-𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 13 hr. ago Classic-Dog8399 ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵖˡˢ ⬇️ When I picked up my daughter from the mental institution, something was off about her. It was not just the feeling in my soul, but the stitches across her forehead.

ℑ𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔥é 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴…𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫…𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔬𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢, 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠? 𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡? 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢, 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

ꨄ..𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘺, 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩—𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴; 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦. 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺, 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. ★彡 ꨄ..𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘺 2 weeks ago ꨄ..𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶, 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥, 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔶. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡, ℑ𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔴𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢, 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡. 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢. 𝔖𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔰, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔟𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔗𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔢. 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱, ℑ 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔄𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡. 𝔖𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔯, ℑ𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 ꨄ..𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 2 weeks ago ꨄ..𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔄 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔬 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 ꨄ..𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢 2 weeks ago

ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 & ℑ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡. 𝔐𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱, ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔡, ℑ𝔫 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔪, 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔪. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢, ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱, ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔥𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔪, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱. ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴, ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴.

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༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻ LOVING MEMORY ༺✿ڰۣڿ✿༻

My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

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July 27th, 2010, 3:46 AM Today, my boyfriend came over and met my parents. Then he left, and my Dad told me that my boyfriend loved me. I smiled and asked, “How do you know?” He said, “Because he looks at you the same way I look at your Mother.” Love GMH

"Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream." — Euripides ❤ ♥ ꧁꧂

🅱🅻🅰🅲🅺 🆂🆀🆄🅰🆁🅴 🇧 🇱 🇺 🇪 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝕭𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖙𝖚𝖗 𝓑𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽 Ⓑⓤⓑⓑⓛⓔ 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜 ᖴᗩ丅 dılɟ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔱𝔲𝔯 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 ｆｕｌｌ-ｗｉｄｔｈ 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 🅝🅔🅖🅐🅣🅘🅥🅔 🅒🅘🅡🅒🅛🅔🅓 🅽🅴🅶🅰🆃🅸🆅🅴 🆂🆀🆄🅰🆁🅴🅳 ᗡƎƧЯƎVƎЯ 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗌-𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘀-𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳 𝗕𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙨-𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛 𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘴-𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘧 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝒮𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄 sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴘs 🅂🅀🅄🄰🅁🄴🅂 S̸t̸r̸i̸k̸e̸o̸u̸t̸ ₛᵤᵦₛ𝒸ᵣᵢₚₜ Sᵁᴾᴱᴿˢᶜʳⁱᵖᵗˢ ʇxǝʇ uʍop ǝpısdn Ｗｉｄｅ

Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015

ᴾᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧‧‧ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵈˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ‧

ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧

ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧

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♥𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 ℒ𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♥•*¨*•.¸¸.•*¨*•♥ ❤ 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 ❤ 𝐼𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎❤ 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊

☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.♥. (¯`v´¯) ....♥ Close to my Heart `*.¸.*.♥.✿´´¯`•.¸⁀°♡

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵀᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵀᵒᵘʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳⁱᶜʰ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵃˣ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᶠ‧ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ “ᴬ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ‧” ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵃˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ⸴ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ‘ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ’ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ʷⁱⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ⸴ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵈᵃᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ; ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴰᵃⁿ ᵂⁱˡˢᵒⁿ⠘ ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴬˡᵒʸˢⁱᵘˢ⸴ ᴱᵈʷⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴺᵃᵗʰᵃⁿⁱᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴬˢ ᴵ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ? ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ⠘ ᴰᵉᵃʳ ᴮʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᴬᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵂⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼᵘʳ ᴮᵃᵇʸ – ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⸴ ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ’ˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ ᵒʷᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃᵖᵖˡⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝔃𝓮: 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 & 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮. ଓ

r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago villianrules After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer. It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.

Jan 1, 2011 9:47 PM Mom <Your great aunt just passed away. LOL Why is that funny?> <It's not funny! Wht do you mean? Mom lol means laughing out loud!> <Oh goodness!! I sent that to everyone I thought it meant lots of love.

i turned to the guy who k1lled my wife ✨ He cried so desperately, scared for what was to come. If only he had talked to me and tried to reason, maybe I could have spared him. But that was impossible. After all, he was born just a few moments ago...

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Do need the pap smear test if a virg!n and/or not s*xual active? You may not necessarily require, unless... You want to plan on having offspring To check for as*ault (such as ab*se) A family relation has had female reproductive cancer if contemplating feticidal abort1on If getting some reproductive apparatus if any of the above applies to you, the circumstances might be different regarding whether or not you as a virg!n should get one if you're not active The pap smear test only checks for cancers caused by the hpv transmitted virus which is transmitted vía such contact If you're not virg!n you may have hpv (said cancer causing virus, which the pap checks you for) dormant in your system

r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago RVKony Join The Blind Child "Stãbbing." Sylvia pointed a trembling finger at my brother Arthur. Her milky, unseeing eyes gleamed in his direction, and his wife, Agnes, trembled with indignation from across the table. My husband's face colored as he dropped his fork and dragged our daughter back into her bedroom, scolding her as they went. The rest of the night was awkward, and the pep in our conversation never recovered. Two weeks later, Agnes was st*bbed to dEath in her office parking lot. An college student found her, and called the cops. My brother swore that he bore no ill will against my daughter, but I could tell that he was lying. One day, the middle-aged woman who taught my daughter how to read her braille called me. "Ma'am, I don't know what's going on but your daughter's been whispering, 'electrocution, electrocution,' for the past half-hour and it's starting to distract her from her lessons. Could you please talk to her?" I did. Sylvia, in her nine-year-old lack of understanding, told me it was "just a cool new word" she learnt at school. The dEath of an electrician made headlines the following week. It was a freak accident involving tangled wires and a bucket of water. Sylvia's teacher's face was blurred for privacy, but her voice was as familiar as anything to me: "He was…my partner…my soulmate." While my husband was working late, I called Sylvia into the living room. "Honey, is there anything Mommy should know?" She hesitated. "Honey, you know you can talk to me." She denied it once more, "I have no secrets from you, Mommy." My husband walked into the living room with his hair tousled and his eyes distant. Instead of rushing to hug her dad, Sylvia simply turned towards him. "Fire," she said. My heart stopped. Everytime Sylvia said something like that, it was the person's partner who d1ed, and of that reason too. A fire? Was Sylvia merely making predictions, or was she cûrsêd on me for snooping in on her business? Why, this dēvıl child— I grew paranoid, checked the appliances and electronics constantly, and cleared the house of any fire hazards. That was my lįfe over the next few days. All the while, I kept my eyes on Sylvia. Sylvia. I had grown almost hateful towards my own daughter. My husband came home one night, wounded and blackened with soot, while I sat in the living room and Sylvia listened to the radio beside me. "What's the matter?" I asked. He gulped. "One of my colleagues, her house…her house caught fire. She was trapped in, but I managed to escape." That turned the gears in my head. "What were you doing in her house?" The expression on my husband's face was a sufficient admission of guilt. I opened my mouth to speak—no, to scream—but a smaller voice from beside me looked at me and whispered: "Poisoning."

http://www.celticcousins.net/scott/stmaryscem.htm

𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔠 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰. - 𝔈𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 6:2

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ✮︎ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱!

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I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy

July 1974, Neville Ebbin was knocked off his small motorcycle and killed by a taxi in Hamilton, Bermuda.⠀ 🚩⠀ One year later in July 1975, his brother, Erskine Lawrence Ebbin was knocked off the same motorcycle by the same taxi with the same driver, carrying the same passenger, on the same street that had killed his brother, Neville.⠀ ⠀ Both brothers were 17 when they died.

“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer

🔵 The first man to drown during the building of the Hoover was J.G. Tierney, on December 20, 1922. The final man to during the project was Patrick W. Tierney, his son, in 1935 - - also on December 20. 🔵

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 .:*❤*❤*:.ღ ✿Lღve Yღu❣ ღღღ~ 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 ~ღღღ 𝓑𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ღ

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