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[𝗟–𝗠 :𖤓] Steam hisses up and up into the night, which becomes at a stroke the night of the last judgment. from the unseen horizon and from the very center of my being, an infinite voice pronounced these things- things, not words. - t.me/kimdaehyung_bot

_ احتمي بما انت تؤمن به لا يهمني كنت مسيحياً ام يهودياً ، كن انسان قبل كل شيء 🖤<•••>So many words for the Broken Heart 🎼My Chanel :@MyFuture993☆

ⓘ •───• With its captivating charm and mesmerizing beauty, the blue sea has gifted me memories that will forever be etched in the pastel-tinted pages of my diary. 📃 ྀི 𝅄 ་the carefree days, painted in pastel tones, 杰特斯 ◌ ❥ ﹒˚

𓏺 I will exaggerate #my joy one day as #revenge for the daysthat let me down .

ⓘ .. ‣ ♥️ “ manuscript passed! this is the details of my shop ” please see the details, look at what's ahead. if buying please be patient! .. 𖹭ㅤㅤ⚘ ... owner —@fTimbul@JisungHarkㅤㅤ⚘ ... complaint, ask, contact@fTimbulㅤㅤ⚘ ... since 29 june 2024

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-I WATCH THE MOON, LET IT RUN MY MOOD!!🙌🏻

[.. 蜂蜜] ; at 07:30 am, charming@wufengh🐾♡. enjoying delicious tea in the morning, while reading a book, take a picture’s of my beaute face —— her charisma so fantastic … ⓘ

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When I die ,Don’t come to my grave to tell me how much you love me and how much you miss me , because those are the words I want to hear while I’m still alive.

In the quiet spaces between each heartbeat, I find myself compelled to pen a few words that echo the melody of my feelings for you. Every moment spent in your presence is a chapter of joy written on the pages of my heart. With each heartbeat, a whispered

@lIIlUIIIregret a lot of words and things that failed me from desires and wishes and dreams were once my biggest bet a lot of hopes calls die silently on my lips without mentioning them and here I am today not raising the ceiling of my hopes with anyth

MAN—ROLE. In the screaming gor, my wits was also filled to capacity of; ”will I wrap up?” in the bit of lacking to complete. 最后, 1998.- jovian areksa🚩anti perusuh bangke

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My life, my feelings, my humanity, my coldness, my personality, my actions, and everything about me is built on a specific pain that you don't expect from me for sympathyIm fine and the words is just a

𓏺 I will exaggerate #my joy one day as #revenge for the daysthat let me down .

MAN—ROLE. In the screaming gor, my wits was also filled to capacity of; ”will I wrap up?” in the bit of lacking to complete. 最后, 1998.

🦋. 27/5/2021 .🦋. Let them I will always get you when you feel the only let me enhance you let s sin but the sin I m not in front of my eye but all I see .. ༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗༗𝐌e@I0OO01