౨ৎ posy-scent ... scoothing. the most idyllic mail’ s of love. arrange flowers to bring memories

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what are your most cherished dreams. 💭

🦕 jumanji: I'm wondering, mamah, what are your most cherished dreams. 💭 Let's discuss them.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ࣪ ︵ֺ︵ ㅤ ㅤ ۪ ⠀⠀ 🌸 ⭐ 𓈀 sending +99 poems ₊˚🌺 ✿ 𝅄 🏷 telegram.dog/Kadfka ₊ ࣪🍞 ˳ ─┈─┈┈─┈─┈─┈─┈─┈┈─┈─ ୨ ⏝ ‌ ⏝ ‌ ֺ ✿ ׅ ‌ ⏝ ‌ ⏝ ୧ 𓏵 ⑅ ֗ ִ 🐾 Lovely Writer 🕊️ 😀 named ◌ ׁ ۪ Jiyara sweet of' Abellé 😀 𓈄᳸ ࣭ POETRY 💬 bring ♡ something 🎀 𓍯 ₊ 🐻 AMAZED 𓇿 ᳸ with NIKI's Songs <3 🎛️

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ㅤㅤㅤThis song is Just TOO much for me, let me rest for a whileee oh Milk Teeth 🎧💋 ㅤㅤㅤShe sits in her room late at night, the soft glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face as "Milk Teeth" by NIKI plays on repeat. It's not just a song to her; it's a confession, a memory, a feeling she can't quite articulate on her own. The lyrics pour out of the speakers, weaving together the threads of her thoughts, unraveling emotions she keeps hidden even from herself. She relates too deeply to the longing, the bittersweet ache of nostalgia, and the quiet pain of growing up and letting go. It's as if NIKI wrote the song for her, capturing the unspoken truths she carries in her heart. The memories flood her mind—the fleeting moments of love she never fully held onto, the friendships that faded into the background, the quiet sacrifices that no one noticed. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❤️ It all feels like it's wrapped up in the melody, the gentle rhythm cradling her like an old friend who understands without needing an explanation. She listens not because she's stuck in the past, "but because the song makes her feel seen, makes her feel like all the messy, beautiful parts of her life matter." It's therapy and poetry in one, a safe place where she can relive the good and the bad without fear. She doesn’t just hear the music; she feels it echoing in her soul.

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