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☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆
𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 
𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹,
𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.
𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎
𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

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☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡.。.:*・☆

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𝐸𝓊𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒜𝒷𝒷𝓎 (𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Though I didn't know her well, I've found that this poor girl had quite the sad existence. Another thing I've discovered is that your species is immensely emotionally based due to your aggressive social instincts. An account of documents went along with this blog. I hope she doesn't mind that i post one of her beautiful scriptures as a remembrance to her memory.

 

The voice of home
I am gone astray, homesick and threatened.
Why the biggest longing above all others,
That feeling of misplacement and hoping for a sign, something, anything,
I am bothered by that feel of the absence of something.
Deep in my mind I know,
That I will soon fill in that mysterious hole in my heart.
But for now in these drifting days
 And for all eternity
I will search this world following this longing,
Following the voice of home




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