" ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶤᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᶤᵐˀ " ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵗᶤᵗᵘᵈᵉˑ
" ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵉˣʰᵘᵐᵉᵈ˒ " ᴵ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ " ᴬᶰᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ˡᶤᶠᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᶠˡᵃˢʰ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᶤˡˡᶤᵃᶰᶜᵉˑ "
" ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶤᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳᶰˀ " ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ʲᵒʸˑ
" ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵉᵉᶰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᵖᵉᵗᵘᵃˡ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ˒ " ᴵ ʳᵉᵖˡᶤᵉᵈ˒ " ᴬᶰᵈ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˡᶤᶠᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᶤˡᵉᶰᶜᵉˑ "
" ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶤᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒˢᵉ ʰᶤᵐˀ " ᴬˢᵏᵉᵈ ˢᵒʳʳᵒʷˑ
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒᶰᵈᵉᵈ˒ " ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ─ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᵒᶰᶜᵉˑ"
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Story by Aттιє ☪
the squandering of love
i traveled that road
so many times with you,
and now that you're gone,
i don't know where to go.