𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍;

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙
𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

                                                                                     
                                                                              𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚑.
                                                                 

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʀᴀꜱ ᴏꜰ 40ꜱ, 60ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ 90ꜱ, ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ(ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ), ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ, ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʀꜱ (ᴍᴀꜱᴇʀᴀᴛɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇʀʀᴀʀɪꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙɪᴇꜱ), ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ʙᴏxɪɴɢ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴘʟᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴘᴜᴄɪɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛ(ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ), ꜰᴀꜱʜɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ(ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀᴛᴇᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀ.


𝙈𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 :

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦? (𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨)

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪  (𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍
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