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ㅤㅤㅤㅤdistil drops of bitterness into his heart; sometimes through that alchemy of quiet malice, by which men can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles; and sometimes, also, by a coarser expression, that fell upon the sufferer's defenceless breast like a rough blow upon an ulcerated wound.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤdistil drops of bitterness into his heart; sometimes through that alchemy of quiet malice, by which men can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles; and sometimes, also, by a coarser expression, that fell upon the sufferer's defenceless breast like a rough blow upon an ulcerated wound.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰✿꒱ ֹ ׅ he has always been the little boy wearing all the jewelry and sipping tea out of homemade cups. the imagination never leaves the princess who sees magic where others never look. maybe that's why she lives for and walks where there are no roads. ᧓ ֹ ⊹ ֹ ◌ maybe that's why he gave up crying when her father never said goodbye, maybe that's why he still listens to sad songs to feel alive. when your pillow becomes your confessional, you learn how to survive differently.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰✿꒱ ֹ ׅ he has always been the little boy wearing all the jewelry and sipping tea out of homemade cups. the imagination never leaves the princess who sees magic where others never look. maybe that's why she lives for and walks where there are no roads. ᧓ ֹ ⊹ ֹ ◌ maybe that's why he gave up crying when her father never said goodbye, maybe that's why he still listens to sad songs to feel alive. when your pillow becomes your confessional, you learn how to survive differently.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ< 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙱𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙱 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂! >
ㅤㅤㅤ -‐──- ﾆഒー-､
ㅤㅤㅤ／ ణ‐´ ｀ー' : ㅤㅤㅤㅤ¨·.·¨ :
ㅤㅤㅤ/ //´｀ ', ` ㅤㅤㅤㅤ·.
ㅤㅤㅤ ,' • ㅈ • ゝ'
ㅤㅤㅤ ! ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝ !
ㅤㅤㅤ ヽ＿＿ ____ -
ㅤㅤㅤ ,' ୨୧ .'
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a picture is known to tell you things no one ever could, and that's why he no longer keeps them unless they are black and white. when the sky is peeled back, you will find her within the very fabrics of what makes it a place of innocence and class. there are no secrets to be told by someone who dances around in their soul. pay attention to the men wearing it. she's never in the same place twice and makes damn sure his energy isn't being wasted, there's something to be said about how the earth moves below him, the reason being, it has never touched his feet before.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ< 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙱𝙱𝚈 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙱 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙺𝚂! >
ㅤㅤㅤ -‐──- ﾆഒー-､
ㅤㅤㅤ／ ణ‐´ ｀ー' : ㅤㅤㅤㅤ¨·.·¨ :
ㅤㅤㅤ/ //´｀ ', ` ㅤㅤㅤㅤ·.
ㅤㅤㅤ ,' • ㅈ • ゝ'
ㅤㅤㅤ ! ⸝⸝ ⸝⸝ !
ㅤㅤㅤ ヽ＿＿ ____ -
ㅤㅤㅤ ,' ୨୧ .'
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ,'., ' \
a picture is known to tell you things no one ever could, and that's why he no longer keeps them unless they are black and white. when the sky is peeled back, you will find her within the very fabrics of what makes it a place of innocence and class. there are no secrets to be told by someone who dances around in their soul. pay attention to the men wearing it. she's never in the same place twice and makes damn sure his energy isn't being wasted, there's something to be said about how the earth moves below him, the reason being, it has never touched his feet before.
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ㅤㅤㅤ⸝⸝⸝ ˚ ִ ♡︎ They stay in my mind, these beautiful people, or anyway people beautiful to me, of which there are so many. you, and you, and you, whom i had the fortune to meet, or maybe missed. love, love, love, it was the core of my life, from which, of course, comes the word for the heart. and, oh, have
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ㅤㅤㅤ⸝⸝⸝ ˚ ִ ♡︎ They stay in my mind, these beautiful people, or anyway people beautiful to me, of which there are so many. you, and you, and you, whom i had the fortune to meet, or maybe missed. love, love, love, it was the core of my life, from which, of course, comes the word for the heart. and, oh, have
I MENTIONED THAT SOME OF THEM WERE MEN and some were women and some now carry my revelation with you- were trees. or places. or music flying above the names of their makers. or clouds, or the sun which was the first, and the best, the most loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into my eyes, every morning. so i imagine such love of the world-its fervency, its shining, its innocence and hunger to give of itself-i imagine this is how it began.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ࣭ ⊹ ࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛ ୨ৎ ࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛ ⊹ ࣭
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Channel name was changed to «これは私が作成した神からの傑作です, 私はより大きな善で報われるために hi 多くの人々の優しさを思い出させます。»
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤあなたが安全であることを穏やかに思い出させてくれます - 記憶、あなたを傷つけた人、そしてあなた自身について気分を害する過去からの出来事から安全です.それらは本物ではなく、あなたが誰であるかを定義しません。この思いやりがあなたを守り、新しい人として前進するのを助けます。あなたは再び、より軽く、負担なしで始めることができますが、成長と学んだ教訓があります。
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⠀⠀⡼ .⡆⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡄⠀⢰⡈⢧
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⣇⠀⠀⠀⠈⣹⠶⠦⠤⠤⣤⣤⣤⡤⠤⠤⠴⠶⣏⠁⠀⣸
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤあなたが安全であることを穏やかに思い出させてくれます - 記憶、あなたを傷つけた人、そしてあなた自身について気分を害する過去からの出来事から安全です.それらは本物ではなく、あなたが誰であるかを定義しません。この思いやりがあなたを守り、新しい人として前進するのを助けます。あなたは再び、より軽く、負担なしで始めることができますが、成長と学んだ教訓があります。
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⠀⠀⡼ .⡆⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡄⠀⢰⡈⢧
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✿ ׂ ﹙ׄ👼🏻 ִ﹚ㅤㅤㅤㅤodysseus inclines his head. "true. but fame is a strange thing. some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. what is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." he spread his broad hands. "we cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. who knows?" ˁっ˕ ྀིˀ he smiles. "perhaps one day even i will be famous. perhaps more famous than you."
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✿ ׂ ﹙ׄ👼🏻 ִ﹚ㅤㅤㅤㅤodysseus inclines his head. "true. but fame is a strange thing. some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. what is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." he spread his broad hands. "we cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. who knows?" ˁっ˕ ྀིˀ he smiles. "perhaps one day even i will be famous. perhaps more famous than you."
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