- 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰, ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 - ᴹʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵖʳᵘⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴴᵃᵗᵉ! ᵀᵒᵒ ᴱᵃʳˡʸ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵁⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᴸᵃᵗᵉ! ᴾʳᵒᵈⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ᴸᵒᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸ • sometimes we love people like we love stars • • we love them knowing we can never have them •
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