𝑵̲othing ever ends 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. It ends 𝗮̲𝗻̲𝗱̲ we turn it into poetry. All that 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 was ｎｅｖｅｒonce beautiful. It was just 𝒓𝒆𝒅. ⠀

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