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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣,
𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕟,
𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕖.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕, 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕖,
ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕖.
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕’𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕒𝕫𝕖,
ℍ𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤.

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖,
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘.
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪,
ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕪.

“𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨,” 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕,
“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝, 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝—
𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝.”

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖,
𝔸 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕥𝕙, 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖.

𝔼𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤,
ℍ𝕖’𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤,
𝕆𝕗 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕕,
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕,
𝔸 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 ��𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕤𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖,
ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕙𝕚�� 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖.

“𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,” 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕪,
“𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪.
𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖,
𝕊𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖.”

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟,
𝔸 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟.

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖,
𝔸 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕖, 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪.

“𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣,” 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖,
“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕙? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖?
𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣,
𝕐𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣.”

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕, 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪,
𝔸𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪.
“𝕄𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕,
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖—𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕?”

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘,
𝔸 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖, 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘.
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥,
ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥.

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Sabrina Carpenter.

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Random drawing

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎,

𝙰 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐,

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛,

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛.

𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚎,

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚠.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑,

𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢.

𝙾𝚑, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎,

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚢.

-𝙹𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢𝙼𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎

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Clouds drift softly by,

Dreams unfold on pillowed skies,

Night whispers in peace.

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Come home

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𝙰 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢,

𝙰 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑.

𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖,

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.

𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚢,

𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙰 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,

𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

-𝙹𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢𝙼𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎

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Books pile high, the hours fade,

Dreams deferred, ambitions frayed.

Silent tears on pages fall,

Lost beneath the weight of it all.

A ticking clock, a race, a fight,

No room for rest, no end in sight.

In a world of grades, we strive to be,

But where is space for simply me?

-JellyMaple I am tired

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𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅,

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅.

𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒,

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝒹𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓁𝒾���𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇,

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝓎,

𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓀𝓎.

𝐼𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒,

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒.

𝒩𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓎.

-𝒥𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎𝓂𝒶𝓅𝓁𝑒

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The sky is so pretty!!

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This physically hurts ;-;

Untitled “i love you” words ring hollow. you don’t even know what love means. you do not love me. you are infatuated. addicted, maybe. you love your high. you crave what i give you. you feed on the attention. you need to feel worthy. not love. never with me. you love the idea of what i can provide, not my soul, not my mind. you know nothing of my heart. i am the one who loved. i sacrificed myself. i gave up my humanity to better support you. i adored your humor, your wit, and the way you smile. that thing you do when you laugh. i could fill pages and pages. you wonder if you will ever feel loved. and i wonder if you will ever be able to love. your love stings, sears with what is missing. you need me for yourself. i love you just because.

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Pt 5 (Dw they’ll definitely meet again)

The years passed slow, as sorrow deepened,

And in her grief, the queen lay weakened.

Yet from the night, a secret grew,

A child within her, born anew.

But when the babe first met her eyes,

Her heart was cold, her love disguised.

For all she saw was darkened pain,

A haunting shadow, grief’s refrain.

The child, a girl with raven hair,

Held in her gaze the queen’s despair.

A silent echo, dark and bright,

A daughter born of endless night.

Fear clenched the queen’s fragile heart;

She could not bear this child,

Part of her that lived when love had died,

A memory of the cruelest tide.

With trembling hands, she turned away,

Unable yet to let her stay.

She cast the child beyond the gate,

To live alone, to shape her fate.

The years went by, and distance grew,

The girl a stranger, known to few.

But still she dreamed of mother’s arms,

Of love unearned, of distant charms.

One winter’s night, with pen in hand,

The daughter wrote, with heart unmanned,

A letter fair, with words of grace,

In hopes to see her mother’s face.

"Dear Mother, though you turned from me,

In you, I found eternity.

For in my heart, I hold your name,

Though you could never bear the same.

I see the grief within your eyes,

The sorrow woven into lies.

I know the shadows haunt you still,

But even now, I love you, still.

I have your eyes, I have your fire,

A spark, though born from cruel desire.

And though you left me in the dark,

I carry you, my heart your mark.

Perhaps one day, when shadows part,

You'll find a place within your heart

To think of me with softened gaze—

Your child, lost in distant haze."

The queen, alone within her hall,

Received the letter, cold and small.

Her fingers trembled, eyes went wide—

A mother’s guilt, so long denied.

Each line a dagger, sharp and keen,

Her daughter’s words, so soft, serene.

A love unearned, yet freely given,

A light that cut through grief’s dark prison.

She sank, bereft, upon the floor,

For all her heart had shut before

Now opened wide in painful bloom—

A haunting echo in the room.

Her daughter lost, her heart had strayed,

A life unloved, cast and betrayed.

Yet in those words, she felt a spark,

A warmth amidst the endless dark.

With tears that traced her hollow cheeks,

The queen, once fierce, now frail and weak,

Reached out, as if to touch a hand

That long had left, to distant land.

But all she held was empty air,

The price she paid beyond repair.

For love rejected, love cast wide,

Would haunt her heart till end of tide.

And so she walks the halls alone,

A ghost, a queen, with heart of stone.

No crown, no throne, no power bright,

Could quell the ache that bloomed that night.

The daughter, gone, yet ever near,

A shadow, faint, that drew her tear.

For love, once scorned, can never die—

It haunts the soul like midnight sky.

And in the depths of endless night,

The queen would weep, with heart contrite,

Her daughter’s love, a wound unhealed,

A light her grief had long concealed.

For though her child would never reign,

Her love remained a sweet, soft pain.

And in her letter’s gentle grace,

The queen at last beheld her face.

The years drift on, as seasons change,

And yet the queen feels something strange.

A warmth that lives, despite the chill,

A child’s love, forever still.

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T^T Luka is so frickin cute and hot>>>>

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Imma add something sweet into her life pt.4

The queen, a shadow of her former grace,

Now walked the halls with a hollow face.

Her once-bright eyes, dulled by despair,

Were haunted now by night’s cruel snare.

The court still whispered of her reign,

Of kingdoms won, and love in vain.

Yet none could see the secret scar,

The wound that festered deep and far.

Among them stood the foreign prince,

Whose heart had grown with each slow glimpse

Of the queen, so distant, cold, and pale,

A woman lost within her veil.

He did not know the weight she bore,

The night of pain, the heart so sore.

He only saw her, standing there,

A queen who needed tender care.

"My queen," he whispered soft one night,

When moonlight bathed her in its light.

She sat alone, beneath the stars,

Her mind adrift on distant scars.

He knelt beside her, eyes sincere,

His voice a balm to quell her fear.

"I see you mourn, though none know why,

But let me wipe the tears you cry."

The queen, so lost within her grief,

Could hardly trust, could find no relief.

Yet something in his gentle tone

Broke through the silence, so alone.

She turned her face, her gaze unsure,

Afraid to speak, to let him near.

For in her heart, the wound was raw,

Her soul still bound by what she saw.

The prince, unknowing of the storm,

Reached out to her, his touch so warm.

His hand upon hers, light as air,

As if to say, "I’ll always care."

"My queen," he said, his voice so kind,

"Whatever haunts your heart, your mind,

You need not face it all alone.

Let me be here, as flesh and bone."

She trembled then, beneath his gaze,

For in his eyes, no hunger blazed.

No cruel intent, no lust, no greed—

Just love, a quiet, gentle seed.

Her voice was faint, her heart unsure,

How could she trust when all was blur?

But something in his steady calm

Reached deep into her buried qualm.

"I’m broken, prince," she whispered low,

"My heart is lost in endless woe.

You cannot heal what cannot mend,

For what was taken will not end."

The prince, though puzzled by her pain,

Did not retreat, did not abstain.

Instead, he held her hand in his,

A silent vow, a tender kiss.

"I do not know what’s come before,

What sorrow darkens every door.

But I am here, and I will stay,

Until your heart finds light someday."

She wept then, though the tears were few,

For in his arms, she somehow knew

That though her soul was bruised and torn,

There was still warmth where love was born.

He held her close, beneath the sky,

Unknowing of the reason why

Her tears fell soft upon his chest,

A queen who’d lost her will to rest.

But in his arms, there was no force,

No hunger driving a cruel course.

Just patience, love, and quiet care,

A prince who’d always be right there.

And though her pain still throbbed within,

The touch of kindness could begin

To plant a seed, to sow some hope,

To help her through, to help her cope.

For though the night had taken much,

A softer hand, a warmer touch

Could guide her slowly back to grace,

To find her heart, her rightful place.

The prince, still unaware of all,

Just knew he’d catch her if she’d fall.

And in that quiet, moonlit space,

The queen, at last, found some embrace.

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Another doodle

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EEEEEE A LIL BABY CAME UP TO ME

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Just a fun doodle