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𝒮đ’Ŋđ’Ŋđ’Ŋđ’Ŋđ’Ŋ 𝒾𝓉𝓈 đ’˛â„¯đ“đ“ đ’Ļâ„¯đ“…đ“‰

đ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗ

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𝔉đ”ļđ”Ļ, 𝔱đ”Ĩ𝔞𝔱\'𝔰 đ”Ļ𝔱 𝔞đ”Ģđ”ļđ”Ēđ”Ŧđ”¯đ”ĸ.

𝔉đ”Ŧđ”¯đ”Ÿđ”Ļ𝔡𝔡đ”ĸđ”Ģ. 𝔈đ”Ģđ” đ”¯đ”ļ𝔭𝔱đ”ĸ𝔡, đ”­đ”žđ”¯đ”ąđ”Ļđ” đ”˛đ”Šđ”žđ”¯đ”Šđ”ļ, đ”ĸđ”ŗđ”ĸđ”¯ 𝔰đ”Ŧ 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰, đ”ĸđ”¯đ”¯đ”Ŧđ”Ģđ”ĸđ”Ŧ𝔲𝔰𝔩đ”ļ.

 

Frosty windows hide a secret unseen,

Revealing tales of what lies between,

Uncovered whispers of a forgotten past,

A frozen world waiting to be unmasked.

 

đ’Žđ’žâ„Šđ“ƒâ„¯đ’š~ đ’Ģ𝓎𝓉 đ’Ļ𝒾Ė¨đ“€đ’žĖ¨đŸĨ€

đŸĨ‚

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❤ī¸‍đŸ”Ĩ𝔄đ”Ģ𝔡 đ”Ļđ”Ŗ 𝔱đ”Ĩđ”ĸ đ”Ŗ𝔩𝔞đ”Ēđ”ĸ 𝔤đ”Ŧđ”ĸ𝔰 đ”Ŧ𝔲𝔱... 𝔜đ”Ŧđ”˛đ”¯ đ”Ĩđ”ĸđ”žđ”¯đ”ąđŸ˜”

đ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗđ’ŗ𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍

 

When the flame of love grows dim and fades away,

A heavy sadness settles in your heart\'s deep core,

The warmth and light that once brought joy and play,

Now leave you feeling lost, alone, and sore.

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đ’ĸâ„´đ“ƒâ„¯ đ“ƒâ„¯đ“‹â„¯đ“‡ â„¯đ“‹â„¯đ“‡ 𝓈ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓉, â„¯đ“‹â„¯đ“‡ đ“ˆđ’žđ“ƒđ’¸â„¯ â„´đ“ƒđ’¸â„¯ đ“‚â„´đ“‡â„¯.🔐

𝒜𝓈 ℐ\'đ“‹â„¯ đ“Œđ“‡đ’žđ“‰đ“‰â„¯đ“ƒ... ℐ đ“â„¯đ’ģ𝓉 𝓉đ’Ŋℯ â„¯đ“ƒđ“‰đ“‡đ“Ž đ’ŋ𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉ℴ đ“‰đ“Žđ“…â„¯ 𝓉đ’Ŋ𝒾𝓈.  

8:43𝓅𝓂

𝓃ℴ đ“‚â„´đ“‡â„¯. 𝒩ℴ đ“â„¯đ“ˆđ“ˆ.