𝖲𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗃𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖺.
❦⠀──⠀𝖸 𝗒𝗈, 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗂́𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗋.
⠀ ⠀ "𝖨𝖿 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾?"
⟡⠀ 𝖫𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝖿𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈.
𖥔⠀❝𝖸𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾́ 𝗍𝗎 𝗋𝖾c𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽í𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺.❞
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𝖤𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗓𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈́𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈,
𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗓𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗈.
❝𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇.❞
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𝖳𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽í 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌.
𝖤𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝖺. 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗌.
🕯️⠀𝖲𝗎 𝗏𝗈𝗓 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗈́ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇,
❝𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂’𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅❞
⠀ 𝖸 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈, 𝗆𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝗌𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗈.
𓆩♡𓆪 𝖢𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺.
❦ 𝖤𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺, 𝗒𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗂́ 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝖺.
❝𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗋.❞
𖤓 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗎 𝗒 𝗒𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗓.
𝖴𝗇 𝖽𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗓 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺,
❝𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍.❞
☽⠀𝗇𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗂, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻í 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗂 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈.
𝖸 𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖽𝖾́, 𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗈.
🌾⠀𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.
❝You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.❞
⟡ 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉, 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞.
🌫️⠀𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖎 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒.
❝I cry a lot, but I am so productive.❞
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞.
🕯️⠀𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽.
❝I can read your mind — you don’t even need to say it.❞
⟢ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊. 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖋?
✧ 𝖎 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖘,
❝I love you, it’s ruining my life.❞
𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘, 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉.
🕰⠀𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊,
❝And I lost you — the one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes.❞
𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘.
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