ㅤㅤㅤ MANHOOD: A Scar Remains.

ᅠᅠㅤㅤㅤ {PHILIPPIC—OVERHEARD} 💫 ⚚ parastin headlines in disconsolateness against harsh strike that mandate be lithographs with the delicate palm hands arisings out south korean. that caligo an anxious correspondence with no luminous  threshold its sphere.

quotidian existence that can solitary be acknowledgement herefore swearing onto the demeanour pounding sensation, phtharic in curiousity conveys each one exquisite empyrean.

        💣 𐄖• MAGNANIMOUS PRESTIGE:         amenable can evigheden be harken       simply hereby glancing into his oculus. ᅠᅠㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 😘 THE WORLD FULL OF LOVE, I──Found You. Through the nights that we bear passed together, she who always hold my hand apparently forceful me to stand away your side.          I glance toward her lovely gaze          that   sparkling  warmth  to  me,          thus smiled, feeling doubtful at          what  i  was  glimpse  presently.          Beneath the moon, with nobody          else but us.

        CLASSIC POEM, “I, am the poet.”          IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT, 2nd. 🚩

│ Her body moves to hustle. She │ dance perfectly forth me. Like a │ piece against a romance cinema, i │ follow her dance.                                  Beneath the beautiful                          luminescence, we danced.                         I, embrace her waist, in my                  tenderness, i whispered, “I love                     you, and will forever love you.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ               “You bit me, with your long  fangs.                Digging   into   my   neck,   with  a                tingling sensation and pain that  i                feel.”    (1983) ENDLESS LIFE:   🎇   The World Shining Brilliantly.       The  world  is   my  chessboard,  shining brilliantly.  The  climax   of   endless  life. Stepping  on  the  world,  toasts  for  me. It's  not  fun   anymore,   no   more   fever, i'm tired of easy games. Filling  the thirst that has become  numb with  something, sink my teeth in ya.                     And in this moment, with the                     classic poem ──that i wrote                     on paper with black ink.                     (Blood-scented)                (.&)  💙     Until the Last Breath.                     │ You  make  me  so  thirsty,   feel   the │ bite     between   my   jaw,   so   tasty. │ Believing  in  emotions   like   love  is │ obvious,   an   empty    illusion.     No │ excitement, feel nothing. The   hotter │ it   gets,  the  more  i  feel nothing.  In │ fact,  even   this   moment   feels    no │ tasty. Sick of my life, not fine alone

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ           I've been out  of  my  mind  lately,           not even God could save me.  So           what do you say? Meet me in the           woods,   you  could  cut  into  me.           Bleed me of all my love  to you,  i           do the same.  Together  here  we           lay in a garden of our blood.                                               Quill of Ink,                                           The Alchemy. 🕷

                          ASSONANCE, “双方协议.”                     [ 00.00 AM ] ► WRITTEN                │Unity in a condition, majority                │approval. He's a defensive                │presence with shoulders filled                │with toughness. —— • ( MMXII ) ⓘ EQUIVALENT REASONING: “协议, ” The strains in a phrase are written in well-revised paragraphs. Equivalent in recognized writing to falling. Darkness that becomes eternal on the same footing creates an agreement within the leaders. Promises that were once written in old script.

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   🔘  • Phrases written from old manuscripts that become memories of the journey of life together. In memories that will always radiate loyalty and eternity.      

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ │ We're all just a bunch of addicts, ㅤㅤ │ Struggling with our drug of choice.                                        [July,     0.09: VOID] Allying a soul outwardly any enthusiasm, whichever is in a terrain of mourning that is so barren simultaneously as hollow. I detached a breath, feeling enclosed with the current bearings.          My soul is unfilled, counting  my          mind and soul. There is no sight          of warmth that i have nowadays.                                  A POETRY,      III.          “Mourning      &      Melancholy.” ❤️⚡️          Everything feels unbroken, even     equitable echoing doesn't spur     my soul to rise. A stamp of the     melancholy that began to gnaw     my bones to the marrow.                         In the bounce of my                         breathe gasp, i muttered,                         when will this hollowness                         end?

                        INK • MANHOOD │ 预期的!                     ────── • 书面信: 🆝      Footprints, that perhaps another, sailing o'er life's solenm main, a forlorn and shipwrecked brother, seeing, shall take heart again. With a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait. ──── • 🎧 𓉳

(“ ⩸ ”) Balance that is balanced with certain goals and purposes.

     ... 理解 ──── ( SCRIPT 98’S .. 👾)      He looked for gaps to find answers to all the questions that haunted his mind. Resulting in a journey that makes him confused but remains in touch with the essence and rules. Approved the attachment presented to the research results.      

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                        “THE FOREWORD: 实际上.” 🌙          [ CIRCULATE—GENTLY ] STATEMENT                   AT 03.48 AM APPROVED                darkness  falls  upon  Humanity                and  faces  become  terrible                things  that  wanted  more  than                there  was. ──── 依恋! being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side. With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, he hangs between, in doubt to act or rest. In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast, in doubt his mind or body to prefer, born but to die, and reas'ning but to err. ∅

Alike in ignorance, his reason such, whether he thinks too little or too much, chaos of thought and passion, all confused.

📼 : 值得赞扬的平等

! [00.13 AM] ↻ .. Still by himself abused or disabused, created half to rise, and half to fall. Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all, sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd. ㅤ