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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓜𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙣—— ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 '𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚。。。⠀⠀⠀ℬetter 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 how you 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 when you 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 about 𝐦𝐞, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‘cause I’ll come and 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 away
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❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗬 ! ~ ❞
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❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗬 ! ~ ❞
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November 20, 2024 at 6:54 AM
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❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗬 ! ~ ❞
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❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗬 ! ~ ❞
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❝ 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. ❞
‘ Hm? ‘
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❝ 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. ❞
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November 20, 2024 at 6:51 AM
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❝ 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. ❞
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❝ 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. ❞
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Why is his pillow so wet in the dark when he thinks about her? Or his chest so tight? Even now, he feels lost, aimlessly wandering in the rain with faith she’ll be there, crawling about waiting for him to pick her up so she can swing from his back and return home.
“Yachiru. Where are you?”+
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Why is his pillow so wet in the dark when he thinks about her? Or his chest so tight? Even now, he feels lost, aimlessly wandering in the rain with faith she’ll be there, crawling about waiting for him to pick her up so she can swing from his back and return home.
“Yachiru. Where are you?”+
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November 20, 2024 at 6:43 AM
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Why is his pillow so wet in the dark when he thinks about her? Or his chest so tight? Even now, he feels lost, aimlessly wandering in the rain with faith she’ll be there, crawling about waiting for him to pick her up so she can swing from his back and return home.
“Yachiru. Where are you?”+
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Why is his pillow so wet in the dark when he thinks about her? Or his chest so tight? Even now, he feels lost, aimlessly wandering in the rain with faith she’ll be there, crawling about waiting for him to pick her up so she can swing from his back and return home.
“Yachiru. Where are you?”+
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Words can’t explain.
As he walks the desolate streets of Rukongai, seldom vacant, his head hangs low as he is blanketed by tears of a weeping sky —— a glum blue pigment akin to his recollections of first encountering what would become his greatest opponent, nightmare, and now, liaison. +
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Words can’t explain.
As he walks the desolate streets of Rukongai, seldom vacant, his head hangs low as he is blanketed by tears of a weeping sky —— a glum blue pigment akin to his recollections of first encountering what would become his greatest opponent, nightmare, and now, liaison. +
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November 20, 2024 at 5:57 AM
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Words can’t explain.
As he walks the desolate streets of Rukongai, seldom vacant, his head hangs low as he is blanketed by tears of a weeping sky —— a glum blue pigment akin to his recollections of first encountering what would become his greatest opponent, nightmare, and now, liaison. +
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Words can’t explain.
As he walks the desolate streets of Rukongai, seldom vacant, his head hangs low as he is blanketed by tears of a weeping sky —— a glum blue pigment akin to his recollections of first encountering what would become his greatest opponent, nightmare, and now, liaison. +
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