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My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, [Name]. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Iguro Obanai. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, 𝘊𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦. わたし、まだいきてるの。

@TTCA2D TERIMA KASIH BANYAK MINZI!

Met bubaran Yaa. 🎀 “Sumpah Koket” 🎀 🌸🎀 kami berjanji untuk 𝗉͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝗄͟𝗒 setiap saat, kami janji untuk terlihat 𝖺͟𝖾͟𝗌͟𝗍͟𝗁͟𝖾͟𝗍͟𝗂͟𝖼 setiap saat, kami berjanji memancarkan 𝗌͟𝗂͟𝗇͟𝖺͟𝗋͟ 𝖼͟𝗈͟𝗊͟𝗎͟𝖾͟𝗍͟𝗍͟𝖾 setiap saat 🌸🎀 — @RabbitFunsies 150825 - 210825

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, [PHOEBE]. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Anaxagoras. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Suo Hayato. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Waguri Kaoruko. わたし、まだいきてるの。

@RabbitFunsies | My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Narumi Gen. わたし、まだいきてるの。

ㅤㅤ My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Kusanagi Nene. わたし、まだいきてるの。 ㅤㅤ

[ titipan ] ㅤ My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Yoichi Isagi. わたし、まだいきてるの。 ㅤ

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Lumine. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Mitsuri Kanroji. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Hysilens. わたし、まだいきてるの。

My heart breathing in tiny sighs, as if it’s been patched together by the gentleness of an embrace. The world is no longer a blur—my canvas has been stitched in pastel-colored threads and named after my name, Sashinami Mei. わたし、まだいきてるの。