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#𝟭𝟬𝟬𝟬_𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥_𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗦: Amidst the cradle of the breezy eventide, I gazed into a pair of eyes belonged to you. Sweet, enchanting, and warmth stirred in an endless euphoria. For you, I wrapped all my dreams and told the 𝗰͟𝗲͟𝗹͟𝗲͟𝘀͟𝘁͟𝗶͟𝗮͟𝗹 about 𝗒͟𝗈͟𝗎. ★
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#𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥_𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦: The stars has allowed you to let the wishes enter their embrace. For all the love that long to engraved upon the sky, they let 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 & 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 for bringing their hopes and loves to be written beautifully. . ˓ ❥
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ㅤ People tend to celebrating grand things; fancy the sparks over raw-layered feelings.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ . . . 𝘣𝘶𝘵, to feel humane is to embrace every version and wreckage. Here, even numbness deserves to be celebrated.
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⠀⠀ 🍵⋆ YOU ARE SO 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑨 LUCKY. ⋆🍵
⏰📣 We provide another 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙨 of our signature for two lucky sippers ִ ࣪𖤐 Don't miss the chance to reserve your seat here, join us!
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⌗𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘_𝟬𝟯: 𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘓𝘠 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘚.
Come, light the fire, and be among the first to arrive. You wouldn’t wanna miss your chance, would you?
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⌗𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘_𝟬𝟭: There is no such thing as a day without regret. We can’t rewrite what has already slipped away, only learn to leave it where it belongs. And maybe that’s why we keep living. So, we leave it behind and say, 𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙨.
© adiosection.
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Impairing touch and ache I cannot name, a vague and drops of vitriol none can abide the blame. What did we do wrong so it leads to where 𝘁͟𝗵͟𝗲͟ 𝗱͟𝗲͟𝗮͟𝘁͟𝗵͟ 𝗼͟𝗳͟ 𝗼͟𝘂͟𝗿͟ 𝗹͟𝗼͟𝘃͟𝗲 waltzing in harmony?
𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟨.
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𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗬 𖥔 In honor to Heartbreak Anthology pre-release, two package of tapes will be drawn from the participation. Interactive leads to what mystery brewing the night of the tragedy. Death of the wishes and funeral to an eternal commitment.
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ⓘ 따름! 따름! — I, Song Eunseok, believe that 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 and of all the possibilities, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. (•˕ •マⳊ
‧˚꒰ The small footprints are starting to fade. The sound of laughter and cheerful chatter from 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 has now vanished like the aroma of bread in the air. I, Anton Lee, enjoy every warmth in Sylvakery. 🧈🥞୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ



















