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ㅡ 𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆,
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱.

Since the day you’re born, you’re just a flower on your own. You were waiting for the sun to blossom and hoping to break through the storm.
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You woke up to a new day, new hopes, and new wishes everyday. I pray to God to keep this most precious human being to be safe on His embrace. I’m hoping that not only in your birthday, but everyday to be your day.
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𝖢𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒
𝖠 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒
ㅤ https://open.spotify.com/track/26aNqTvkDHK3BUfi44BFwd?si=btD7ZLKhT2mGEFTBkRcJ5w