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Gasp with me as I surpass the boundary set by those in fear I'd succeed.
Letting go of those who refused to let me see how much I blossomed that now flutter around like moths starving for light around me.
Giving in to the love coming with only the desire to adore me and show me real love.
Prompted to listen to the air to find answers since tongues speak only the language serpents speak
Angel Number:222
Lucky Number : 2,3
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