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La vita di recente non mi sta massacrando come al solito. Dovrei preoccuparmi? by @_.marren._

𝔓𝔢𝔷𝔷𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔩'𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔬. by @_.marren._

"𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡
𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩
𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴
𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴
𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩." by @_.marren._

༺ ⵥ ༻ by @_.marren._

"𝔚𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫
𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔶
𝔞 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔶
𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯." by @_.marren._

𝔍 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣𝔣
𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔍'𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔱
𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔍 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔍 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱, 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔍 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡, 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩
ℭ𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰?
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡
𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔍 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 by @_.marren._

"𝐼 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔯𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔰
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔊𝔬𝔡'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔯
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔦 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤." by @_.marren._

"𝔓𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯
ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢
𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢
𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶.
𝔒𝔲𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡.
𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶
𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔶.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔦𝔱. 𝔍𝔱'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢
𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢." by @_.marren._

𝔄𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔦 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦 𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬 𝔳𝔬𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔡𝔦 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔤𝔫𝔦 𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬. by @_.marren._

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢. by @_.marren._

𝔖𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬 𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦 𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔲𝔱𝔦 𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔢, 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦 𝔞 𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢;
𝔫𝔢𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔦 𝔡𝔢𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔦, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔬 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢.”

-𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔬 𝔅𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔬, 𝔏𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔢 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔗𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔬 by @_.marren._

"𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔑𝔬𝔰𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲

𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔨-𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩'𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨

ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢
𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰

𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶
𝔦𝔰 ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫." by @_.marren._