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𝕋𝕙𝕖 π•‘π• π•–π•žπ•€ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕨, π•™π• π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•₯, π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•¦π•Ÿπ•’π•‘π• π•π• π•˜π•–π•₯π•šπ•”, 𝕔𝕒𝕑π•₯π•¦π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•–π•€π•€π•–π•Ÿπ•”π•– 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•šπ•₯ 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕀 π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•₯𝕠 π•π•šπ•§π•– π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ. π•₯𝕙𝕖 π••π•’π•£π•œπ•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ 𝕠𝕗 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ••,π•€π•’π••π•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕀π•₯π•£π•¦π•˜π•˜π•π•– π•₯𝕠 π•—π•šπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 π•šπ•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ•šπ••π•€π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π••π•–π•€π•‘π•’π•šπ•£. π•‹π•™π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕀 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 π•¨π•šπ•π• 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¨π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ 𝕠𝕗 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ, 𝕒𝕀 π•šπ•₯ π•₯π•’π•œπ•–π•€ 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 π•’π•Ÿπ•• 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕀𝕖𝕀 π•₯𝕠 𝕝𝕖π•₯ π•˜π• . 𝔹𝕦π•₯ π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•’π•žπ•šπ••π•€π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π••π•’π•£π•œπ•Ÿπ•–π•€π•€, π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•žπ• π•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦π•₯π•ͺ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•‹π•™π•šπ•€ π•šπ•€ 𝕒 π•“π• π• π•œ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•¨π•šπ•π• π•£π•–π•€π• π•Ÿπ•’π•₯𝕖 π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•’π•Ÿπ•ͺπ• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕀 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀π•₯π•£π•¦π•˜π•˜π•π•–π•• π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π••π•–π•‘π•£π•–π•€π•€π•šπ• π•Ÿ. 𝕀π•₯ π•šπ•€ 𝕒 π•£π•–π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ••π•–π•£ π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•’π•π• π•Ÿπ•– π•šπ•Ÿ 𝕠𝕦𝕣 π•‘π•’π•šπ•Ÿ π•’π•Ÿπ•• π•₯𝕙𝕒π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 π•šπ•€ 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒π•ͺ𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕑𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•₯π• π•žπ• π•£π•£π• π•¨.
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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.