𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯; 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. While y𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵 silently 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴.
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Love that has never blossomed, love that will never blossom. You and them, them and you. Nothing more, nothin...
