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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⚸ ┊ ˚ ☣︎ ⋆ 𐕣 ˚ ⚸ ┊ ┊ 𐕣 ˚ ┊ ┊ . ☣︎⋆˚ ┊ ⚸ . ⋆ ☣︎ ⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚ 𐕣
⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♱୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ══*.·:·.✧ ✧.·:·.*══ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣
⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♱୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ᶜᴴᴱᴿᴿᵞ ᴾᴸᴬˢᵀᴵᶜ ᴾᴵˣᴱᴸ ᴰᵁˢᵀ ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣
♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ fuck ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ^ ∀ ^。 ) ♡ ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。 )☆ ♡ you ♡   ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆
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♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ⊹。 ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( 𖤐෴𖤐 ) ♡ ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) ☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( ^ ∀ ^。)☆ ♡ ʏᴏᴜ ♡   ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆

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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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⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. 🗝️ ...⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆
࣪ ִֶָ☾.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠ ⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡤⠖⠚⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠛⠓⠲⢤⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘ ⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡴⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡄⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰ ⠂⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⡄⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣿⣷⣿⠀⠀⢀⣤⡴⣦⣤⣄⠀⠀⣰⣿⣙⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠂⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠋⠀⠀⣿⢳⡜⡰⢢⡘⡇⠀⠹⠿⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⢣⠌⡑⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢷⣩⢛⣥⠿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⣐⢃⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢹⣐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡏⠰⢌⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⠠⡙⢄⠃⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⢽⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐ ⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⢠⠑⡌⢢⠁⡄⠠⣁⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠪⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⢀⠊⠤⢁⠊⠄⡡⣸⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⢸⡠⠏⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⡈⠐⡈⠐⠠⢠⡏⠀⠄⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠠⠐⢀⢸⡏⢰⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰ ⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⢀⠡⠈⠄⠂⡁⠐⡀⠠⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠠⠀⠂⢈⠀⠄⠂⠄⢺⡇⣼⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⢾⡾⠷⢺⡟⡀⠂⠄⡁⢂⠡⢀⠡⢀⠂⠌⢀⠐⢈⠀⠡⢀⠁⠂⡁⢀⠂⠁⠄⡁⠂⠌⠠⠁⠎⢹⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣾⡆⢠⡟⠠⢀⠁⢂⠐⡀⠂⠄⠂⠄⡈⠐⠠⠈⠄⡈⠐⠠⢈⠐⡀⠂⠌⡐⠠⢀⠡⠈⠄⠡⠊⣾⡾⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰ ⠂⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢲⡟⠀⡁⠂⠌⡀⠂⠄⠡⢈⠐⠠⢀⠡⢂⠁⠂⠄⡁⠂⠄⠂⠄⡁⠂⠄⡁⠂⠄⠡⠈⠆⣽⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡄⠀⡁⠂⠄⠡⢈⠐⠠⢈⠐⡀⠂⠄⡈⠐⠠⢀⠡⢈⠐⠠⢀⠁⠂⠄⠡⠈⠄⡁⣴⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢦⡀⠡⢈⠐⠠⢈⠐⡀⠂⠄⡁⠂⠄⡁⠂⠄⠂⠄⡈⠐⠠⢈⠐⡈⠄⠁⢢⡼⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰ ⠀⠀⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠦⣤⡈⢐⣤⣦⣤⣡⣦⣄⠁⠂⠄⠡⢈⠐⠠⢀⣁⣦⣄⣦⡴⢤⡞⠋⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⢣⢗⣸⡿⡴⣩⣿⣀⣈⣀⣤⣬⣤⣟⢯⣑⢮⡿⣜⣧⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈ ⠁⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡜⠷⢾⠿⢧⡷⠟⡉⢿⡟⢩⠙⠤⠉⢻⡷⠾⠟⠳⡞⠋⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠ ⠄⠀⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡀⠀⡀⠄⠀⠄⢀⢹⡄⠀⠄⠂⠀⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⠀⠄⠐⠈⠀⠄⢸⠄⠂⠠⠈⣸⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘ ⠁⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣇⠀⠂⠁⠈⡀⢸⠀⠄⠁⢀⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠ ⠄⠀⠀⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢧⡀⠈⢀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠂⣼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠳⣄⠀⠀⠠⣇⠀⢠⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘ ⠀⠀⠀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠷⣄⠀⣿⢦⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⠀⠀⠀⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠷⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
🚬 📸 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。゚☾゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。゚☾゚。⋆⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。゚☾゚。⋆
﷽ͦ́͋͗̔̋̅͌͊̋͌ͨ̈́̒̈́̿ͦ̋̃̒̍̈̐͐͊ͪͤͣ́̃̂̈̎͌̓͆̅ͪ̉̊ͪ͐̋̑ͨͣ̃ͪ̀ͯͫ̍ͯͦͦ̀̌̌ͯͧ̓ͭ̈́̌ͬͦ̋ͨ̉̋͂̀ͤͫ͑͒̑ͯ͒ͬ͆ͨ҉͝҉̸̸̶̵̢̨̀̀̕͜͢͢͜͡͡͝͝҉̛̥͕͔̺͉̹̠̯̖̼̤͇̪̰̠̰̝̙̺͉̬̮̺͈̯̜̩̠̖̞̺͕̥͎̝̤̞̻͙͕̺͚̳̤͚̤͎̟̦̞͕̤̞̖̱̫͇̣͈̪͈̝͚̮͇͉͖͖̠̭͓̻̘̮̲̱̱̝̖͓͙́ͅ
𓍯𓂃𓏧 A vulnerable adolescent weeps﹐ⓘ navigating life's tumultuous tides ── .✦
༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:・
𐙚 ִֶָ ๋ ⋆ᡣ𐭩
☕☁️🎧🛸✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩🍂
(⚈♡⚈) 𓆩( )𓆪 𓆆𓆆
⛤⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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? ♡
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.
sparkle, heart, libra, ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱⛥🦇✮⋆˙
.° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ ✈︎
♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬゚. 𐙚 ♫♫
It takes too long To complete this work I dont want to But it makes me Feel Weird. I know I should do it But I feel Yucky. Maybe Burnout I feel burnt out Sick of this Wish I wasnt in advanced English. Ela sucks. Too easy. Too hard. No inbetween. I miss when I felt Safe I dont feel that anymore. I miss them so much. It hurts. Burnout. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★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 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆。˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★
◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯≽^•⩊•^≼≽^•⩊•^≼⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆
taurus scorpio aries・☉ ☽ ↑
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
✎ᝰ ˚☽˚.⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆🌷💌❤
✎ᝰ ˚☽˚.⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆🌷
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ ₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. hype boy
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✍🏻Poetryﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠛⠿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁⠠⢀⠂⠄⡀⢂⠀⠌⠉⡉⠉⢉⠀⠄⡐⢀⠂⠄⡐⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠌⠐⠠⠐⠠⠐⡀⠌⠐⠠⢀⠁⢂⠈⠄⡀⠂⠄⢂⠠⠁⢂⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠈⠄⡁⢂⣌⠐⢦⠀⠂⡁⠂⠄⡈⠄⠂⡐⠀⡅⠐⡠⡐⠈⠠⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠐⠠⢰⠁⠈⠀⠀⠱⡔⠀⠡⠐⠀⠄⡁⣠⠏⠀⠀⠀⢸⡀⢁⠂⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡅⠈⡔⠁⣀⠤⠤⢄⡀⠈⠳⢄⣡⣈⠤⠚⠁⣀⠠⠤⠅⡀⠙⣄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠿⢿⡿⠿⠂⢹⠁⡜⠀⠀⡀⣀⠈⠢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠊⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⢸⠀⠛⠿⣿⣿⠿⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠄⠠⢀⠐⢈⢸⠀⡇⠃⠐⣄⣼⣿⡄⢣⠀⠀⠄⢂⡇⣤⣼⣿⡆⠀⠀⡇⢸⠀⠂⠄⡀⠀⠄⡀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⡐⠀⠌⡀⠈⡇⠱⡀⠀⠸⣿⣿⡇⡜⣁⠤⢤⡸⡁⢿⣿⣿⠋⠀⢰⠁⡎⢀⠁⠂⠄⡁⢂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⠡⠐⢀⠡⠘⢆⠑⠤⣀⣈⣉⠔⢱⠁⠀⠀⢘⡗⢌⣉⣁⡀⠔⠁⡔⢀⠂⡈⠐⠠⣰⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⡄⢂⠈⠑⠢⠤⠄⢀⠠⠈⢷⣨⣴⠎⠑⠢⠤⠀⠠⠔⠉⡀⠂⣴⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⠈⠄⠡⠐⠈⡠⣔⣀⠂⡀⠄⠐⣈⠤⠂⢁⠂⠄⡁⣄⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣆⠀⠁⠆⠱⠆⣀⠁⠰⠈⠉⡀⠰⠀⠆⠰⢀⡾⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣬⣿⣧⣤⣁⣐⡀⠪⠍⠉⡀⣐⣠⣡⣶⣛⣭⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⣿⣿⡇ ⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣤⣤⣀⠀⣠⣾⠟⢹⡇ ⠀⣠⡾⠛⠉⠉⠉⠙⢿⣿⠁⠀⠘⠃ ⢠⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢻⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠙⠻⠷⠶⠶⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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☆☆ this is kind of a poem that's always stuck with me. I don't know why, I don't remember where I heard it from, it has no like, giant important meaning but I'm just going to share it here. Jonny was a poet or at least he claimed to be and you saw his poems you would know what I mean his words never properly rhymed he had a sister named fran he would mention random things and he also always tried fitting as many words and letters into the very last line in each and every stanza as he possible can so Jonny got hate and when Jonny got hate he didn't know what to do and as his blood spilled on the floor Jonny didn't know what to do and as Jonny looked at himself, he didn't know what to do Jonny never knew what to do Jonny was a coward. --ps sorry is there are typos its really hard to see as i can only see one line when im writing and the scrolling is really fast
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