πeautiful β¦οΈ It is the ππππππ that keeps me here, every blessed day. When I πeel like I no longer belong here, I am softened by grandmaβs mango float and how sheβd truly πove for me to have more of them. I am refreshed by the bliss that there will be birds in the sky and how theyβd always remind me to fight for ππππππππ and freedom because thatβs what makes being at peace πππππππ. I am brightened to the πullest by the steadfast πππππππππππ thatβs within my childlike ππΌππΉ that despite the destruction and chaos that surrounds this world, Iβd still like to believe that itβs a very πonderful place to be.