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Curses in Cursive
ππ³π¦π΅π΅πΊ πΈπ°π³π₯π΄, ππ¨ππΊ π΅π³πΆπ΅π©π΄.
These aren't just poems-prophecies if you will, spilled like secrets from a girl who was supposed to stay quiet.
Each verse is a paper cut, each tale a warning.
Don't mistake the softness for sweetness.
This is where crowns fall, kings die, and the truth sounds prettier when whispered in cursive.
Read if you dare. Cry if you must.