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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ● ҉ ❜△ 𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈. Tragedy had wronged her family, loss of a parent is ever grueling, but for her, younger out of four siblings, she had it the hardest. This is why she seeks out a way to vent herself out in a positive manner, from painting to reading, to anything else that might take her mind away from woe. This is why she joined a Saturday meeting, an association of poets that give a glimpse into their souls. This is where meets amiable people that give her comfort through words, from vivacious ones to soulful phrasings, each holding assort of significance that comforts her greatly.
Auburn one sits outside by another, both beneath starry skies, summery breeze caressing their worn, somehow, it has been him who has gifted her with solace as in late, appreciating another human being for the beautiful soul beneath carcass. ❛ Thank you... ❜. Tears are grazed away from flushed of cheeks, smiling through grief, thankful of not being amiss. ❛ – today... I heard what I needed to, so thank you for your words, your poem was... remarkable, I needed it ❜. Ridiculous as it might be to be so forthright, it is what she feels at the time, Ro mi has found release of sentiments after a long while. ❛ I am sorry... I didn’t even introduce myself and I am already crying by you, I am Ro mi, pleased to meet you ❜.