🧶 ‣ rituals, seemingly mundane, brushstrokes of life well-composed, each repetition anchor amidst tides of uncertainty 𓂃 ✱ discipline—compass, guiding soul through labyrinth of days with purpose and poise. art of constancy, do not surrender to monotony ..“陽気な” 📻 ⠆
•• ✱ A peaceful night that lulled me to slumber. Thousands of memories of you are stored in a blank stare that never stops or fades ... ✪))
‣‣ PROLOG───ABOUT YOU
“I'm the one who can't accept reality, or is it just my fault for loving you too much?”
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