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    • Vishuddha๐Ÿ’ซ

      Posted at 4:56 pm by Lisa K, on August 13, 2020

      her throat felt swollen

      tight with a lump

      things that she felt

      just wouldnโ€™t come out

       

      she tucked it away and ignored it

      but the feelings continued to stew

      if she left it for too long

      worse things would start to brew

       

      a vice grip on her emotions

      she tried to forget them and go on

      further away she pushed herself

      until she was withdrawn

       

      it spread into her psyche

      her worth was marred in doubt

      she told herself stories

      there seemed to be no way out

       

      when it got too much

      sheโ€™d fix enough to get her through

      but soon that wasnโ€™t good enough

      there was more work she had to do

       

      slowly she worked and soon

      it was clear what had to be done

      she had to find her courage

      not continue to try and run

       

      she searched for her courage

      her thoughts began to change

      she dug deep down to find it

      things no longer felt so strange

       

      that familiar feeling of knowing

      expressing herself without fear

      once again found its rightful place

      and all the worry could disappear

       

      ~ Lisa M K

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    • Hope is a lightโœจ

      Posted at 11:25 pm by Lisa K, on May 1, 2020

      Hope is a light that shines from within

      It keeps me going when strife creeps in

      When I feel uneasy or anxiety comes up

      Itโ€™s what I cling to when feelings run amuck

      The frayed edges of doubt make me insecure

      my mind is spinning and I feel unsure

      I breathe in deeply and focus inside

      soon hope will find me and be my guide

      An ocean of currents brings unknowns

      the ย sea in my mind is in a cyclone

      anchoring down I plead for some peace

      just then my light ignites and a great hope is released

       

      By: Lisa

      Wishing peace and love to allโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • The Umbrella

      Posted at 10:58 pm by Lisa K, on December 27, 2019

      I looked at the window

      It was blurred by the rain

      It was unrelenting and loud

      As it whipped up on the pane

       

      I stood there and stared

      The moment was long

      Like a slow motion movie

      I felt something was wrong

       

      You were standing alone

      Under your umbrella out there

      It was strange to see you

      The wind was blowing your hair

       

      I ran out to stand with you

      So you wouldnโ€™t be alone

      Storms come and they go

      What they bring is unknown

       

      Weโ€™ll weather that storm

      Strong together us two

      No matter what happens

      I will be there for you.

       

      Writing & art by: Lisa

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    • Jaded Faithโœจ

      Posted at 4:22 pm by Lisa K, on December 1, 2019

      Looking desperately for something

      Imagine what could it be?

      Just a place to feel loved

      Where there is not any fee

      .

      Where appearances are nothing

      But the look in your eye

      That alluring beauty within

      Far too bright to deny

      .

      Things that look perfect

      Are not what they seem

      If you arenโ€™t careful

      Harsh judgments will stream

      .

      Everyone has shadows

      A darkness they keep

      And those stares of disapproval

      Gouge down far too deep

      .

      Faith in true goodness

      Itโ€™s been lost for some time

      Everyone is looking

      So they canโ€™t be taken while blind

      .

      But when itโ€™s real itโ€™s ignored

      Like it canโ€™t possibly persist

      Nothing seems to be trusted

      How can we all exist?

      .

      Give faith to that feeling

      You know it inside

      Your gut isnโ€™t lying

      Donโ€™t enable fear to decide

      .

      Itโ€™s real, feel it,

      it wants you to see

      That if you will receive it

      Forever true it will be

       

      Art & Writing By: Lisa

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    • ๐™ˆ๐™ฎ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ค๐™ช๐™จ ๐™Ž๐™–๐™™๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐Ÿ’”

      Posted at 7:52 pm by Lisa K, on October 26, 2019

      ๐™„๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™จ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ
      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™„ ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ
      ๐™„๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™–๐™ง ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™
      ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™จ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™„ ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค

      ๐™„ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ
      ๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™„ ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ข๐™ค๐™ž๐™ก ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ
      ๐™๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™šโ€™๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ
      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™„ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก ๐™ง๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ

      ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™„ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™™๐™ง๐™ž๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™?
      ๐™’๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™™๐™ค ๐™„ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ค๐™˜๐™  ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ข๐™ฎ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ?
      ๐™„ ๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™›๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™ข๐™–๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฉ
      ๐™„ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃโ€™๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™—๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™จ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ

      ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™จ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™จ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ
      ๐™’๐™๐™ž๐™ก๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ก๐™ž๐™›๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™œ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ
      ๐™’๐™๐™ฎ? ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™„ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š
      ๐™…๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฅ๐™ก๐™–๐™˜๐™š

      ๐™๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™™๐™™๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก
      ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™„ ๐™ข๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง๐™˜๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก
      ๐™๐™ค ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ช๐™œ๐™ ๐™„ ๐™ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š
      ๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™›๐™š๐™š๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™„โ€™๐™ข ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™™๐™ง๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š

      ๐™„ ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™›๐™–๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š,
      ๐™๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ฌ๐™ค ๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™š๐™›๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ฅ ๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™จ๐™š ๐™ข๐™š ๐™ช๐™ฅ,
      ๐™‡๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™จ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™—๐™š ๐™š๐™ก๐™š๐™ซ๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ž๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™—๐™š๐™ก๐™ž๐™š๐™ซ๐™š,
      ๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™š๐™™.
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      Art & poem by: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโœจ

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    • The Missing Piece

      Posted at 3:48 pm by Lisa K, on October 20, 2019

      With so many on the table

      How could you already know

      That an important piece is missing

      You canโ€™t go on until it shows

      I scramble to turn them all over

      Try to see the picture in my mind

      Nothing comes up clearly

      I donโ€™t think itโ€™s something I can find

      Life can be so dirty

      A mess you canโ€™t seem to keep clean

      Trying to make some sense of it

      To know what it all could mean

      I step back for perspective

      Thereโ€™s no rush to know it all

      Sitting with an uneasy feeling

      But knowing that itโ€™s still safe to fall

      Cause youโ€™ll be there to catch me

      I feel you gently let me down

      At least Iโ€™m not alone here

      And I like the way that sounds

      That piece that had been missing

      Thereโ€™s no worry cause itโ€™s here

      All that time I spent wondering

      Now everything is sweet and clear

      By: Lisaโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • My Reason

      Posted at 10:46 pm by Lisa K, on October 18, 2019

      Iโ€™ve got no place Iโ€™m headed

      Nowhere I feel at home

      Iโ€™ll travel the world to seek something

      Just not sure what Iโ€™m looking for…

      Trying to find a reason

      To go on in this world of pain

      Canโ€™t find the beauty in the sunshine

      All I can feel is the cold rain

      One day I saw you there

      I stopped running and saw where I belong

      You gave me this sudden feeling

      I couldnโ€™t breathe it was so strong

      Now I have a meaning

      and it feels like the world was meant for me

      For me to be with you

      Cause loving you is all I need

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    • ๐‘ซ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’”โœจ

      Posted at 1:04 am by Lisa K, on October 5, 2019

      ๐‘จ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’Š๐’” ๐’—๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

      ๐‘ช๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’‘ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’—๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚๐’ ๐’†๐’™๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’†๐’„๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’๐’‹๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’…๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’‰,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’•๐’‰.

      .

      ๐‘จ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’“…๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ๐’†๐’“…๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’–๐’†,

      ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’—๐’Š๐’†๐’˜,

      ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‡๐’๐’„๐’–๐’” ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’†๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’†,

      ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐’‘๐’Š๐’„๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ฉ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‘๐’”๐’š๐’„๐’‰๐’†,

      ๐‘พ๐’‰๐’Š๐’„๐’‰ ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’๐’๐’–๐’“๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’”๐’–๐’๐’“๐’Š๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฌ๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‚๐’”๐’„๐’‚๐’…๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’”๐’–๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’”.

      .

      ๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’”๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’–๐’๐’‡๐’๐’๐’…,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‰๐’๐’๐’….

      ๐‘ฎ๐’–๐’Š๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’†,

      ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’๐’ˆ๐’•๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’๐’—๐’๐’Œ๐’†.

      .

      ๐‘ณ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰,

      ๐‘บ๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’‰๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’Š๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’†,

      ๐’€๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’š๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‚ll ๐’Ž๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’–๐’“๐’†,

      ๐’‡๐’“๐’†๐’† ๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’š ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Žโ€™๐’” ๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’†.

      .

      ๐“‘๐”‚: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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    • True North ๐Ÿงญ ๐ŸŒน

      Posted at 4:18 pm by Lisa K, on September 29, 2019

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’”,

      ย ๐‘ต๐’๐’• ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’†,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’•โ€™๐’” ๐’Š๐’๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’”.

      .

      ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‡๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†,

      ๐‘จ๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’‚ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’” ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’‰ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’,

      ๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’†๐’–๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’š,

      ๐‘พ๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’๐’˜.

      .

      ๐‘ถ๐’ƒ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”,

      ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’„ ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’“๐’†๐’๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‘,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’Š๐’„๐’Œ ๐’Ž๐’†,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’•๐’“๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’….

      .

      ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’‚๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’–๐’ ๐’“๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘ด๐’š ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’˜๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’† ๐’•๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•,

      ๐‘จ๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’†๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š,

      ๐‘บ๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’…๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‘๐’–๐’“๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’š๐’๐’†๐’“๐’ˆ๐’š.

      .

      ๐‘ฉ๐’š: ๐“›๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ชโ™ฅ๏ธ

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