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I haven’t slept in days—your name echoes in every crevice of my mind, ricocheting like lightning, like caffeine in my bloodstream. You are everywhere—in the corners of my eyes, in the spaces between heartbeats. I tried to breathe without thinking of you and nearly suffocated. Do you feel this too? Do your hands tremble at the thought of mine? I am spiraling—ecstatically, wildly—into you. Every word I write is a scream in cursive. I want to devour time, rip it open just to hold you sooner. This isn’t love, it’s a glorious fever. I’m incandescent with you. You’ve ruined ordinary for me.
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⢸⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣶⣄
⢿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣤⣄
⠀⠹⣿⣧⣀⣠⣴⣾⣷⣿⣷⠾⢷⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡷
⠀⠀⠈⢿⡿⠟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣿⣿⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣶⣾⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠙⠿⡿⢆⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠹⣷⣤⣤⣄⣀⡀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡏⣿⣿⣿⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⢀⣀⣈⣉⣉⣉⣙⣁⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⢏⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣷⠈⠉⠙⠛⢻⣭⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⡏
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿
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⬛⬛⬛⬛🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛⬛🟫🟫🟫🟨🟨⬛🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛🟫🟨🟫🟨🟨🟨⬛🟨🟨🟨⬛⬛⬛
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⬛⬛⬛⬛🟥🟥🟦🟥🟥🟦🟥⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬛🟥🟥🟥🟦🟥🟥🟦🟥🟥🟥⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟥🟥🟥🟥🟦🟦🟦🟦🟥🟥🟥🟥⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬜⬜🟥🟦🟨🟦🟦🟨🟦🟥⬜⬜⬛⬛
⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦⬜⬜⬜⬛⬛
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