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ㅤㅤWith off-white tiles and discolored porcelain fixtures, it is always frigid. they swirled helplessly in the white bowl, leaving black streaks on the sides that resembled burned flowers as i gazed with watery eyes. "Boy's a Liar" by PinkPantheress was playing in a different room on a different floor ! https://t.me/oArousal
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ㅤㅤ✽ ‌┈ ﹗Ⓨ②Ⓚ.mp3 ⋆ life isn't about what people deserve or don't deserve ; some people deserve your eyes if they need them, and some people don't. living is unfair be honest with yourself probably don't give yourself what you deserve half the time let your heart fall in love
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Before your mind can tell you to stop extend your hand before your mind can warn you to be careful whose hand you're holding say yes even though you'll soon wish you had said no you walk down a path without knowing that you can turn around even have more faith in other people than you do in yourself.
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ㅤ𓆩. ⛧ .𓆪 Downsizing Usenet . . .
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turned my head toward the cracked mirror to observe what appeared to be yet another mental collapse in the restroom. i've seen this scene before : i'm shirtless anxiously frail and as pale as the porcelain tub. my body is hunching over the whirling water and i can hear dogs barking.
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ㅤㅤLaundry facility off guadalupe when i answer the phone my ear is wet with the sound of your death. my load of darks spinning in the black hole of the dryer hula-hoop.
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当我得知你在科罗拉多州的乔治敦去世时，我和朱尔斯一起打迷你高尔夫球，这是我唯一投出袋装球并最终一杆进洞的球场。
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ㅤㅤㅤ II. Before you truly understand
ㅤㅤㅤㅤK1NDNESS, you must endure loss.

ㅤ─꯭֔─┈ future disappear in an instant like salt in a poor stew. to give you an understanding of how bleak the terrain might be between the zones of kindness, all that you held in your hand, counted, and carefully saved must be destroyed. how you continue to travel, believing that the bus will never stop and that the chicken and maize-eating passengers would always be forced to look out the window. you must travel to the location where the indian wearing a white poncho lies dead on the side of the road before you can understand the tender gravity of kindness. you must see how this could apply to you, how he, too, traveled through the night with goals and the straightforward

      !. 📟🧬>> 你必须承认，你可能是那个带着计划穿越黑夜的人，只不过是让他活着的空气。你必须先把悲伤理解为另一种最深的东西，然后你才能理解仁慈是内心最深处的东西。当你醒来时，你一定感到难过。你必须对它说话，直到你所有的悲伤都在你的声音中消失，你可以看到布的尺寸。

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚, "𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝑰 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓," 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅.
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