𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮
𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽
𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓽
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭
𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮
𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮
𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓮, 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻
𝓘 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀
𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻
𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼
𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮
𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2019 03:48
- Category: Love
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