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ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩.

“ nonsense. . . ” she smiles

“ anyways. the only help i can offer is that you create songs of what you feel. honor the memory of those deserving. speak the truth through your art. ”

“ what i meant is your actions will show if you mean your apology. ”

that was not what she meant. . . “ get up. ”

sometimes words can be meaningless when actions do not support them.

words can hurt. mistakes can be fatal. you out of all; should be aware of how much power those words have.

you should work with yourself. after all; i don't think you need me "to bring you more tragedy".

me ? your mentor ?

and what conclusion have you reached ?

you didn't seek me.

do you ?

good to hear.

hmm. . .good i'd say. how have you been ?

things change.

i don't mind anymore.

i didn't.

whose weapon is his word ~

“Play me a song to accompany the shades here.”