If You Remember Anything Of Me, After I Leave This World, Remember That I Loved Even When It Was Foolish.

If You Remember Anything Of Me, After I Leave This World, Remember That I Loved Even When It Was Foolish.

If you remember anything of me, after I leave this world, remember that I loved even when it was foolish.

That I cared even when it was unwanted.

When my body is gone, remember my heart.

#Abdullah

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4 months ago

๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—›๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜.

Love is supposed to feel like home, a place where youโ€™re safe, valued, and understood. But sometimes, love comes in a form that breaks you instead of building you. It can make you question everything: your worth, your choices, even your ability to be loved.

Maybe you've experienced that kind of love. The kind that made you beg for attention, for affection, for the smallest proof that you mattered to them. The kind of love that made you feel like you were too much and never enough at the same time.

Itโ€™s lonely, isnโ€™t it? To give so much of yourself and feel like itโ€™s never truly returned. To stay awake at night, overthinking their actions, wondering if youโ€™re the problem when all you ever wanted was to be loved right.

If love ever finds me again, I hope itโ€™s not like that. I hope itโ€™s from someone who makes me feel whole, not someone who leaves me doubting my value. I hope itโ€™s with someone who loves me for who I am, not who they want me to be. Someone who doesnโ€™t make me feel stupid for trying, for caring too much, or for giving my all.

Love shouldnโ€™t be this hard. It shouldnโ€™t hurt this much. I donโ€™t want a love that feels like a lesson. I want a love that feels like peace. If thatโ€™s too much to ask, maybe Iโ€™d rather wait, lonely but whole, than settle for another love that breaks me.

Because Iโ€™ve learned one thing: the love we deserve doesnโ€™t make us beg for it. It just stays. It just feels right.

Abdullah.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐——๐—ผ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—›๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜.

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3 months ago

โ€œSometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.โ€


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6 months ago

If one day I stop communicating with you, don't worry, I don't hate you, maybe I got tired of catching your attention.

Literally asked for the bare minimum, and you made me feel like I was asking for too much.

I noticed, but I didn't say a thing, because I always try to understand even if it will hurt me.

Sorry. Im done.

โ€ฟโ„’โ„ดฮฝโ„ฏโ€๐Ÿ’• Abdullah

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3 months ago

"If your hand can move through my body and touch my heart, what would you feel emanating from it?

Sorrow and emptiness in the dark black spaces hallowed out where loved ones were lost and their seats are empty? Telling you I'll never be the same person I was before those losses.

Hypervigilance which has my heart in a constant state of alert for potential threats around me from past traumas? Always aware of my surroundings. Compassion and Empathy in great vibrations through your fingertips telling you I often put other people's feelings ahead of my own?

Avoiding conflicts to save any bad feelings to the other person, keeping my feelings to myself often to keep the peace, even if that means sacrificing what I truly feel and want. Overly understanding and kindness you feel moving in slow soft waves over your hand-so others don't feel how I've been feeling, and it can turn their whole day around into a smile?

Welcoming pure love telling you I made a home for you in a special stained-glass colored place in my heart so I can always embrace you there? Innocence beaming that's almost childlike swinging high on a swing in the golden sunshine, holding a yellow dandelion flower in my hand as my feet can almost touch the clouds in the blue sky without a care in the world? Romance that makes my delicate feminine soul look like pink pastel hues, and feels like a white doily lace on an old antique side table with an ivory Tiffany lamp warmly illuminated by the light through the drapes?

Passion searing hot red flames with heat that would scorch you until you learn to tame and control it till it surrenders to you? Desire and sensuality in the corners ready to lure you with the look of my eyes and a devilish smirk in my smile?

All that you can feel with just one touch.

One graze of your fingertips sliding down as your hand is cascading through.

So Fuck my soul and feel me entirely- to know me completely, honestly, and wholly with you in it.

"If Your Hand Can Move Through My Body And Touch My Heart, What Would You Feel Emanating From It?

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4 months ago

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

A Story Doesn't Exist Unless It's Told.

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1 week ago

When you wake up, before getting out of bed, close your eyes and whisper to yourself, โ€œThank you for the gift of this new day.โ€

You woke up. This is a new day. You can use the teachings from yesterday to make new decisions, take aligned actions, and use your breath to live fully in the moment.

Your breath is your superpower. It keeps you alive.

So use today like this:

When you begin feeling overwhelmed and stressed, simply pause, take a few breaths, connect back to the moment, and begin again.

(Life is a gift. Wake up every day and realize that.

#Abdullah

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.


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3 weeks ago

I love deep conversations, like serious shit, heart to heart, just exchanging real shit, just vibing on a real level.

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.


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4 months ago

A story doesn't exist unless it's Told.

A Story Doesn't Exist Unless It's Told.

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5 months ago

๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ'๐˜€ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ. ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ:

โ„๐•–๐•’๐•๐•ฅ๐•™ & ๐•Ž๐•–๐•๐•๐•Ÿ๐•–๐•ค๐•ค:

* ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜†.

* ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€, ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜.

* ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€.

* ๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜.

* ๐—ค๐˜‚๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป.

* ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป.

โ„™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐• ๐”พ๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ๐•ฅ๐•™:

* ๐—Ÿ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐—ฏ๐˜†.

* ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐˜€.

* ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ.

* ๐—ฉ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.

* ๐—ฆ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€.

* ๐—ฃ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.

โ„‚๐•’๐•ฃ๐•–๐•–๐•ฃ & ๐”ฝ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•–:

* ๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ.

* ๐—ฆ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜†.

* ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐˜.

* ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜.

* ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€.

โ„๐•–๐•๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค๐•™๐•š๐•ก๐•ค:

* ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€.

* ๐—•๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€.

* ๐—–๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜†.

* ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€.

* ๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€.

๐•‹๐•š๐•ก๐•ค ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ค๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•–๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ง๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ค๐• ๐•๐•ฆ๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•ค:

* ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ. ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด "๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ," ๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜† "๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ 5 ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†."

* ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ. ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—น๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป.

* ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐˜€. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ.

* ๐—ง๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ.

* ๐——๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฝ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ. ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐—๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.

๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—น๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.

๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ.

#๐•ฌ๐–‡๐–‰๐–š๐–‘๐–‘๐–†๐–


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