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𝐻𝑒𝑟 (𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛) (-)

𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎,
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛,
𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛a𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝,
𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛?
𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗,
𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

[This book begins to feel like therapy]

{The '(-)' in the title means that I'm talking about her, this girls like in this poem, it's the same}

☁️10:04 pm☁️

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