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❪ 📷 · 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 foɾ 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 ,’ ρhotogɾᥲphιng thᥱ most bᥱᥲutιful thιngs ιn mч lιfᥱ · 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 + '𝟗𝟕 boч. part of @yuereisrv @gferlangga @jaehyunnde

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   ✶ 𝗥𝗼𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 ✶  The music girl, for her. She slowly woke up and set foot and walked so gracefully on the floor-floor at home. Then entered a special room she had ever ordered it by itself. Right, the music room for her. The place where the girl made the verse after the temple of a song with a musical instrument she had. Langle fingers like she was used to everything. And also usually she made music in the rain, together with the spatter that dropped one by one. Of course, everything is not just for pleasure. Do it all to be a question and overshadowed by shadows of herself, or maybe the shadows of others? Not. Don't know whether it's true, pensive with his musical instrument that returned he stopped, made a few questions. Questions that might not meet the answer. The girl loving music that didn't know the direction, but had to be silent with a melodious temple song.
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Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ 🍂 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗗'𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗥 : : 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 ✦ ·  ·  · ─────────────────── ·  ·  · ✦ 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢 , 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟶𝟺 , 𝟸𝟸 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 , 𝟷𝟹 : 𝟺𝟻. It's not a bad feeling when I have a hard time forgetting him, It's not him that I miss. . . But his love is what makes me miss his presence.The sky seemed dark, indicating that he was siding with the feelings I had deliberately avoided. But the sky and the wind said otherwise when the clear grains fell together with the rising raindrops. ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ: : ✦ 𝗞𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗜✦ : : 𝙺𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ────────────────ㅤ Entahlah, berapa kalipun aku berusaha melupakannya hati ini masih menginginkannya. Sembah suah aku tumpahkan padamu pencipta alam dan dunia . . . tidak bisakah anda melepaskan jiwa tertinggal ini ? agar hambah tak lagi memikirkannya . . . Bagai landak yang terjebak dalam perangkap pembura, Seperti perasaan hambah yang gila akan kehidarinnya. Bersatu dengannya dalam hubungan tanpa ikatan . . , bukan bukan tanpa ikatan. Kau salah, hanya anganan dan haluan belaka saja. Hambah memang gila dan tuna ranga karna hanya perkara ego semata yang merusak semuanya, salahkan hambah yang menunggu kehadirannya? ㅤㅤㅤ : : ✦ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗖𝗥𝗬 ✦ : : 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ──────────────── Crying again when this heart is filled with guilt for him, this feeling I understand. It's wrong and not human, time and again he left this body and soul. But the heart always wants to be hugged again. Hambah is trapped in a twist that feels hot and painful. Can I look at his face carefully again and age with his calm soul? I don't know, being annoyed and crazy is what I feel.
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