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𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

I really wonder why people can't go on without hating on things others do enjoy. If someone does enjoy something and it gives them happiness, then it's a “good” thing. I really don't understand fan-wars cause there is really no point in it. I really don't understand why people try to count numbers or moneys just to prove that something is a good work.

Seven words，

Seven stabs and followed hurts，

A fountain filled with blood

That's when I wake up

☆ Written by me ☆

☆ Explanation: the sentence which is written in the picture has seven words. if these kind of words ends up unrequited, they would be seven stabs pointed to your own heart. “waking up” in here can have different meanings and I'll let this one up to you.

I'd like for others to feel understood.

I wrote thousands of poem about others, about anyone having a hard time or struggling or just... even being happy.

I didn't have the confidence to post it online

but I decided that I will do, so that's in the past.

Hope that you'll like my page :)🤍❤️

When all the noise gets a shut down

There stands the ever dazzling moon

And I close my eyes to this ghost town

a beholder along a face holds a rune

She calls my name, my tears gets swoon

“It'll be fine” she whispers

“It'll be fine” echoes gets strewn....

⋆⁺₊⋆ written by me ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.