𝐎𝐄 ; 𝟎𝟐𝟏.

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𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐔 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 18𝘵𝘩 — 4:01 𝘗𝘔

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𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐔 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀
𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 18𝘵𝘩 — 4:01 𝘗𝘔

𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐔 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 18𝘵𝘩 — 4:01 𝘗𝘔

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𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 #𝟎𝟐𝟏

   𝐎𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 clammy with anxiety as he gripped the pen tightly. He crumpled the twentieth sheet of notebook paper in frustration, tossing it aside to join the growing pile of discarded drafts on his bed, each one a testament to his struggle to find the perfect words to express his feelings.

The thoughts swirled in his mind, a jumble of emotions and reasons, but every time he tried to capture them on paper, they seemed to slip away. He knew exactly how he felt, and why, but the words refused to come together in a way that made sense.

It was as if his thoughts were a tangled knot, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't untangle them into coherent sentences. The frustration grew with each crumpled piece of paper, each failed attempt to express the depth of his feelings.

"Fuck bro.." He muttered, snarling in frustration as he tore another sheet from the notebook, the crumpled paper joining the growing pile of discarded drafts on his floor.

This could be the way to get everything down on paper. Just free writing, without stopping to think. He could always go back and refine the parts that mattered. Omyri took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his pen move freely across the page.

His pen moved rapidly across the paper, leaving a trail of ink in its wake. His handwriting was messy and illegible, a testament to the speed and fervor with which he was writing. Words tumbled out in a jumbled mix of sentences, phrases, and fragmented thoughts, as if he was racing to keep up with the torrent of emotions pouring out of him.

The pen scratched and scrawled, pausing only briefly as he took a deep breath or nodded to himself, before resuming its frantic dance across the page.

Omyri had meticulously planned every detail of today, making it a special and memorable day. This was the day he would finally ask Eternity to be his girlfriend. A week ago, he had asked her out. Now, the moment of truth had finally arrived, and Omyri was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

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