@JeonWonwro []. Selamatt malamm n i lovee youu mass gantenggkuu ❤️❤️, yang bukan Radja langsung siang hari dengan matahari yang terik dan panas banget aja ya.
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thank you for bringing me to the safest home, your embrace, i want to love you longer, i want to always be in that most comfortable place, i want to always be in that warm embrace, thank you for being the warmest light when darkness has long taken over. i will love you more tomorrow and beyond. @iBooSkwn 🤍💐
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🐈. manis manis kan chy 👆🏻👆🏻 kayak gua :V
🐈. catchy? sakit hti.
🐈. udahan dulu galau nya chy malem ini 💔 gkkwt when ya when yah nya 😭👆🏻 huft when ya 3
btw boleh kali kepoin paid pinned kita [ https://t.me/PinnedSVB ] tunggu apa lagi coba? pamerin gih si ntik / nteng kalian chy!! 🔥🔥🔥 dan kalo ada kesalahan saat shift berlangsung boleh dilaporin ke bot [ @LaporSvt17bot ] yaa oke?
see u catchy di shift berikut berikut nya perkedel out💔👋🏻
btw boleh kali kepoin paid pinned kita [ https://t.me/PinnedSVB ] tunggu apa lagi coba? pamerin gih si ntik / nteng kalian chy!! 🔥🔥🔥 dan kalo ada kesalahan saat shift berlangsung boleh dilaporin ke bot [ @LaporSvt17bot ] yaa oke?
see u catchy di shift berikut berikut nya perkedel out💔👋🏻
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On this day of thy blessed nativity, Adam.
This day doth seem possessed of an unearthly softness, as though the firmament itself hath drawn a gentler veil of blue in quiet homage unto thee. Nine and twenty years rest upon thy being not as burden,
but as a tender chronicle half revealed, yet already inscribed with a depth most singular, each line bearing the hush of meaning unspoken.
Thou mayst not perceive it, yet there abideth within thee a rare and subtle grace: a manner of rendering the world less grievous, as though even silence, when shared in thy presence, were transfigured into some sanctuary warm, inviolate, and curiously dear to linger in beyond all rightful measure.
Were it within my feeble means, I would dispatch unto thee not mere words, but some fragment of the empyrean stitched with pallid stars, or perchance a seraph’s murmur laid soft upon thy shoulder, so delicate it might console thee when mortal clamour groweth over loud. Yet I must content myself that these poor sentiments may reach thee as they are intended, tremulous, sincere, and clothed in quiet devotion.
May this turning year receive thee with a gentle hand. May those wishes thou hast secreted within the innermost chambers of thy heart aye, even those ne’er granted voice. Find their appointed hour and come softly to fruition. And should the weight of existence press too sternly upon thee, I entreat thee, remember thou art not ordained to bear all sorrows in solitude, though thou art so oft inclined.
There is no shame in softness, nor dishonour in fracture; for even the most celestial of beings are not unacquainted with tears. And if fate be kind, perchance I might dwell, however faintly, within the quiet margins of thy days, not obtrusive, nor declared, but in that delicate measure which endureth. Guard well thy heart for it is of greater worth than thou dost yet conceive.
With an affection subdued yet steadfast,
Eve
This day doth seem possessed of an unearthly softness, as though the firmament itself hath drawn a gentler veil of blue in quiet homage unto thee. Nine and twenty years rest upon thy being not as burden,
but as a tender chronicle half revealed, yet already inscribed with a depth most singular, each line bearing the hush of meaning unspoken.
Thou mayst not perceive it, yet there abideth within thee a rare and subtle grace: a manner of rendering the world less grievous, as though even silence, when shared in thy presence, were transfigured into some sanctuary warm, inviolate, and curiously dear to linger in beyond all rightful measure.
Were it within my feeble means, I would dispatch unto thee not mere words, but some fragment of the empyrean stitched with pallid stars, or perchance a seraph’s murmur laid soft upon thy shoulder, so delicate it might console thee when mortal clamour groweth over loud. Yet I must content myself that these poor sentiments may reach thee as they are intended, tremulous, sincere, and clothed in quiet devotion.
May this turning year receive thee with a gentle hand. May those wishes thou hast secreted within the innermost chambers of thy heart aye, even those ne’er granted voice. Find their appointed hour and come softly to fruition. And should the weight of existence press too sternly upon thee, I entreat thee, remember thou art not ordained to bear all sorrows in solitude, though thou art so oft inclined.
There is no shame in softness, nor dishonour in fracture; for even the most celestial of beings are not unacquainted with tears. And if fate be kind, perchance I might dwell, however faintly, within the quiet margins of thy days, not obtrusive, nor declared, but in that delicate measure which endureth. Guard well thy heart for it is of greater worth than thou dost yet conceive.
With an affection subdued yet steadfast,
Eve
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(TAGGED.) Tender-hearted, each word is woven with love. We deemed that love always unfold like how a floweret be, as we call upon you to answer this. May @bohyunaahn’s heart laid bare without even a single secrecy.
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(CATCHIES.) Cheers filled the air, thousandth of applause and harmonious joy as we behold to what the beloved will say in return to this wholehearted letter. We hold our breaths, tension crackling within frayed nerves.
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