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ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ℑ𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔡, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔯
Chancing the wind, Home meets my last hour. Better sparks ensure the least outcome Where nothing is not feared. Be still at the sign of any siren scowering before
You're one so heartbreakingly beautiful her hands have yet to stop aching for the feeling she once knew. § it's been months.
I am fire Wild and unforgiving Soothing yet destructive My lips? They cannot be sealed I cannot be contained I started out as a match Insignificant, quiet But now I am a raging inferno
Never fail to notice your intuition Enduring life When it becomes chaotic Compelled to make rapid decisions My mind is gifted
Watching the storm grow stronger, so do my emotions.
I am a dandelion waiting to be destroyed by wishes and dreams
Whispers: black holes concealed within night sky.
Here we go again Don’t touch me It was you this time NOT me Instead of saying yes
Love: It dies, it grows, it multiplies, it woes It instills fear, it is the ultimate protection, it is a lethal weapon It builds hope It helps cope It shares light It brings sight