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โ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝกโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†
๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘œ ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘€๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’œ๐’ท๐’ท๐“Ž 
๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’๐“๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“†๐“Š๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น,
๐ผ'๐“‚ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‡๐“Ž ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’น ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž.
๐ผ'๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐ฟ๐’พ๐’ท๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‡๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Ž
๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“€๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐‘”๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘’๐“๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐’ฟ๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“‡๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰.

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โ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝกโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†ๅฝก.ใ€‚.:*ใƒปโ˜†

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๐ธ๐“Š๐‘œ๐“๐‘œ๐‘”๐“Ž ๐’ช๐’ป ๐’œ๐’ท๐’ท๐“Ž (๐น๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡๐“๐“Ž ๐’Ÿ๐‘’๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ฎ๐“…๐’พ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡)

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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