ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ (E. 00, 99) |Let’s face it, his sartorial choices were eccentric, 𖥏 euphemistically put. 🤟
𖤮 …CHAPS • It was not the sort of getup you would see in a fashionable magazine, nor was it meant to snug up to ╭ ─ the 'authorities'.
ATTIRE “...” 💀 His clothes had been chosen with a willful wilting of the rules 𖠎. of 'proper'or 'presentable' in a cold opposition to the acts of appropriate civvies.
(There was something) in the way he looked that held the eye how ever, and perhaps always, would. The jeans were worn and bleached worn by countless rides and reminiscences. Over his broad shoulders hung a jacket, the stories so countless that its surface bore them.
“MISSING” 错过 .. ⎙ ▎Bury love : Old building on the side of the road. Reminiscing about the past, I stood on the railing of the river bridge near the old building. Pensive, missing all the laughter and sorrow I went through with the person who was once my love here.
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▎“How’s your life now? ▎It's been 2 years since ▎we had a big debate and ▎finally chose to go our ▎separate ways.” Ah, time ▎goes so slowly when you no ▎longer hug me at night after ▎I've had a hard day. “2nd day of August. (&.) Bright. 爱”