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🎐 ,, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧. ❞ a garden for the fragile soul, for the glass delusion. whisper, whisper, or she will shatter in your touch.