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Rainfall [discontinued]
- LECTURI 613
- Voturi 5
- Capitole 6
Pentru adulțiÎn curs de desfăşurare30m
Ultima publicare sâm, iun 1, 2019
❝He was pretty until I saw the way,
His eyes swelled when he cried,
And he was pretty until I heard,
The way he stuttered his goodbyes.
He was pretty until I saw the way,
He locked his doors at night,
And he was pretty until I knew,
He never felt quite right.
He was pretty until I heard,
His heart's empty plea-
But then he wasn't pretty anymore,
He was beautiful
to me. ❞
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[𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙖, 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙢]
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𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩.
𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.
𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯?
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
[story is written and edited by 4 people. notes may end with a V, H, L or N so it doesn't get too confusing]
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