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،، ⠀ 𝐢⠀⠀ 𝖈ame⠀⠀ 𝐝𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱⠀⠀ as⠀⠀ ﹡𝐆͟𝐎𝐃 ⠀,⠀⠀ 𝐢⠀⠀ 𝖕layed⠀⠀ 𝖒𝑦⠀⠀⟢⠀𝖕𝚊𝚛𝚝 ⠀.⠀⠀ every⠀⠀ ꉂ ⠀ 𝐚͟𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹⠀⠀ 𝖍ungers⠀⠀ /⠀⠀ for⠀⠀ 𝖘omething ⠀.⠀
ᅟ ✦ ᅟ 𝓟RINCE ᅟOF ᅟ𝐒TORIESᅟ.
Joined August 2023
𝒕ales ⠀⠀ 𝔞nd ⠀⠀ * 𝐃𝐑͟𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 ⠀⠀ are ⠀⠀ the ⠀⠀ 𝚜hadow—𝖙𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴 ⠀⠀ that ⠀⠀ 𝒘ill ⠀⠀ endure⠀⠀ /⠀⠀ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⠀ ̼ ⠀ 𝒘hen ⠀⠀ mere ⠀⠀ 𝑓𝛼𝑐𝜏𝑠 ⠀⠀ are ⠀⠀ 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙, ⠀⠀ a𝓈hes, ⠀⠀ and ⠀⠀ 𝖋𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝 ⠀.
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ㅤㅤʿʿㅤYOU'LLㅤNEVERㅤKNOWㅤIFㅤYOUㅤCANㅤFLYㅤ𝐔͟𝐍͟𝐋͟𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐒ㅤYOUㅤTAKEㅤTHEㅤRISKㅤOFㅤ𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂.ㅤʿʿㅤㅤ
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⁎⠀⠀any𝐭hing⠀⠀is⠀⠀𝚙𝐨𝐬𝚜𝐢𝚋𝚕𝚎⠀⠀⟢⠀if you⠀⠀h𝖺͟𝗏͟e⠀⠀got⠀⠀enough⠀⠀𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚
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⠀ᅟᅟ ᅟ ᅟᅟ ᅟ ᅟᅟᅟ⛧ ଼ ⁀ ༒
⠀𝕱𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝓯𝓳𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖼𝖾-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝖺-𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒱𝙰𝙻𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴 .ᐟ ꒦ ࣪˖
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fallen angel in church. you appeared again tonight. sad eyes. fierce, looking hurt. may you find the peace you seek.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ * there a̲r̲e̲ things we nєєd to figure out on 🅾🆄🆁 own. Even if it 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀. Even if no o̲n̲e̲ else wants to kиow. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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ᅟᚼᅟᅟ𝖋𝐞𝐚𝐫ᅟᅟ𝖎𝐬ᅟᅟ𝖆ᅟᅟ𝖙𝐨𝐨𝐥ᅟ 𓆰 ᅟ𝓦𝐡𝐞𝐧ᅟᅟ𝖙𝐡𝐚𝐭ᅟᅟ𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙ᅟ𝖍𝐢𝐭𝐬 ᅟ𝖙𝐡𝐞ᅟ𝖘𝐤𝐲ᅟ𝖎𝐭'𝐬ᅟ𝖓𝐨𝐭ᅟ𝖏𝐮𝐬𝐭ᅟ𝖆͜͡ᅟ𝖈𝐚𝐥𝐥 . . .ᅟ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⭑⠀ ✯ ⭑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⭑ ✦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⭑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⭑ ✦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ᅟ⠀ ͙ ⠀𓉸 ⠀⠀ˊ˗⠀𝖇؛𝐃⠀⠀ 𝐦𝖞⠀⠀ 𝖇ᴸ𐍈𝕺𝐃⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀⠀ ᅟᅟ ᵀᴼ⠀⠀ ⌣⠀⠀⠀⃞˖⠀⠀ 𐍂𝔘𝐍，⠀𝖇efore⠀⠀⟢ ⠀ᅟᅟᅟ⠀،،⠀⠀⠀؛⠀ 𝒄ome⠀ 𝔘𝐍⫒𐍈𝐍Ǝ⠀.⠀ 𓆩 ⭑ 𓆪 ⠀⠀
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ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ☄ ᅠᅠt𝘩𝗲𝙧𝗲 𝗂𝙨 𝗇𝗼 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝗼𝙧 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 ᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐒 ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ♯ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᵈⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙀⠀ .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀
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ㅤ semelhante a uma estátua de mármore em sua estrutura arcaica, o sonho permanecia em porte constante. “ possuímos pendências ainda não resolvidas. ” ㅤ
... [ parado na porta, sobrancelhas erguidas com o coração que quase pulou da garganta. ] você tava esperando a frase de efeito 'pra entrar ou foi de propósito ?
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só 'pra melhorar isso aqui, é uma entidade no meu apartamento.
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ㅤ to its owner. “ why do you call me, for the night is already full of dreams? ” ㅤ
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ㅤ a shadow among shadows, presence scarcely more than a ripple in the fabric of night. though needless was the sense of lingering among mortality, something in 𝒉𝒆𝒓 reaches for the dreaming — 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, persistent, a kind euphemism⠀… ㅤ
“ Oneiros ... @oneirvs ”─── she called him in her own head, outside of the porch of the house. Sometimes she couldn't stop thinking about him, and she doesn't know the reason why ───
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