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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYANGKUU SEGALAKUUUU @KRYSP
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Summer in Japan, とても素敵.
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They say a second glance rarely matches the thrill of the first, but the Tokyo tower at midnight has proved them entirely wrong. This encounter is infinitely more enchanting, wrapped in a luminous glow that makes the entire world feel wonderfully still.
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The city lights flicker like a thousand secrets waiting to be shared, and I am utterly captivated. I daresay tonight's brilliant display has cast a permanent spell over me, leaving my heart thoroughly compromised in the most delightful way.
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人生は素晴らしい、 ♡ music.apple.com/id/album/rem…
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“You smell of the sea.”
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O madly the sea pushes upon the land, With love, with love.
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My heart was never meant for crowded rooms or empty gossip; it belongs entirely to the shore. If the heavens blessed me with but one true capability, it is the breathtaking, solitary art of standing perfectly still and gazing upon the majesty of the deep blue sea.
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New waves will keep on coming. They won't all be good ones, so there will be farewells too. If you stay dived under the surface, you'll never be able to ride them forward. boxd.it/jhcg
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Do not be deceived by a gentle tide, for even the slightest swell carries a momentum born of vast distances. If you find your strength tested by its current today, do not judge your heart harshly. You are simply learning to match a profound and enduring power.
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I find myself quite cast in the role of a gothic romance tonight, enveloped by the velveteen dark. Do tell, does the midnight hour not possess a rather exquisite sort of charm? One might even whisper that I am entirely in my element when the sun retreats.
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Time, they claim, is the ultimate thief of passion and memory alike. Yet, I find myself wondering if its power is merely a myth we tell ourselves. Can time truly change everything, or are some attachments woven too deeply into our fabric to ever fade?
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When reflections present themselves at every turn, a lady findeth herself entirely helpless against the whim of her own desires. Capturing a likeness becomes not a choice, but an absolute necessity to satisfy the heart's immediate longing.
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