ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꧇ Have you ever dwelt about the elucidation of camaraderie? Well, this dame certainly have. Ever since the terrene was gifted by her ubiety, she never glimpsed at her reflection then feel like a bestowal nor a pourboire to the earthly sphere, more so like a misfortune; A doleful tangibility of emptiness, chagrin, and agonies has become a diurnal to the dame. Made blind of her heedless and feeble stances, she did not averred that amity or patronages abided her fief. even after her choate juvenescence, her glunch appears bittery cold and glacial that culminates bequeathing an odious tenor. Amassing odd grotesque grimaces from individuals circling her was never her bourne as an entity. The nymph only fancies and ineluctably need a bestud of amour to her life in order to ferry an effervescent smile to her phiz. Way after the fulmination of crestfallen lashed, she lucked into a cluster of dainty entities who cherished her like their own kindred. appears as if they've known her since evermore when they just newly collared. Finally, an assemblage of nymphs she can lean on, trust in, and bestow all her love and devotion to. So obligated that the corners of her lips slightly moved, forming a fulgent smile, the lucidest she had ever grinded before was when she was swarmed beside the wondrous lassies who she encountered not so long ago. Lonesomeness isn't eternal, the right camarederies will spring your way in time. ˑ ִ ֗ ִ ۫ ⠀࣪˖ 𖧧ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ