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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚠𝚎'𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢,
𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎?
𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕,
𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎,
𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

[I don't like that one tbh)
☁️06:44 pm☁️

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