Bocchi is literally 👌 me. 😫😫😫😫😫 No 📵 other 💰 character can 🦎 come 😌 close 😍 to relating 😌 to me 💁🏽 like 👧👍 her. 👩 There 👌💾 is no 🚷📵🚷📵🚷📵 way 💫 you 👉 can 🤤 convince me 😌 that 🚇 I’m 👈 not 😒 Bocchi. Bocchi could 😜 not 🚯 possibly 💯 be 🌼 any 🎉 more ➕ me. 😷 It’s me, 🥰 and nobody 🚫 can 🥫 convince me 😢 otherwise. 😎 If anyone 🙋 approached me 🥵🥵😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 about 🥴 this not ❌ possibly 💯 being 😮 me, 👀🏻 I 🙋♂️ immediately 😤 shut 😷😷 them 😏 down 🔻 with overwhelming evidence 👓 that 🌸 Bocchi was me. 🗿 Bocchi is absolutely 💯🙅 me; 😎🤙 it is indisputable. Why 🤔 anyone 🙋 would 🅰️ try 😥 to argue that 💫 Bocchi is not 😷 me 👉🙋♂️ is beyond 👆 me. 👉🙋♂️ If you 👈 held 👨💼 two ✌🏻 pictures 🚺 of me 🙆 and Bocchi side 🥀⚰️ by 🎨 side, 🤨 you’d 🤔 see 👀 no 😣 difference. 🔄 I 👀 can 🎥 safely 🚦🚦 look 👀 at Bocchi every 👏👖 day 🇺🇸 and say, 😩 “Yup, 🙏 she’s 👩🏾 me.” 👨🦼 I 🔥🚫 can 😜 practically see 👀 Bocchi whenever I 👈 look 😀😀😀😀😀 at myself 🙋 in 👌🏼 the mirror. I 👏 go 🦗 outside, 😏🔥 and people 👫 stop ✋ me 👹👨 from 👉 commenting 💻💭 on 🔛 how 🤷 similar 👱 I 🆔🙏🏾😀📞🙇🏊🏼 look 👀 and act 🎖️ as Bocchi is. I 😀 chuckle 😐 softly 😏 as I’m 🙅♂️ assured 👾👺🤲 every 👏 day 🌸💞 Bocchi is me 👗😤 in 👇👏 every 😠 way. ❌ I 👥 can ❓😬 smile 😬 each 👏👋 time 😁✨💞 I 😞😍😍🥰😘😍 get 5️⃣ out 🌟 of bed 😴🛌 each 👏👋 morning, 🌞 knowing 💭 that 💪 I’ve 😳👏 found 🔎 my 💫 identity 🆔 with Bocchi and I 🏿 know 🦉 my 💕📈 place 📪🇺🇸🕘 in 💗🏡 this world. 🌎 It’s amusing how 🌹 similar 👱 she 👩 is to me; 😉 it’s almost 😮😦 like 💜 identical 🆔 twins. ♊ When 🔜 I 🙋🏻♂️ first 🥇 saw 👀 Bocchi, I 🙅 had 😒 an existential crisis. 💯 What 👏 it Bocchi was the real 🔎 me 🍃 and I 😣🤐 was the fictional being? 😑 What 😦 if she 👧♀️ actually 🤷♀️ became ❓ aware 👀 of my 😳🗽 existence? 😂👌 Did 🍷 she 👧 have 👏 the ability to become 😌 self-aware?
Bocchi is literally 👌 me. 😫😫😫😫😫 No 📵 other 💰 character can 🦎 come 😌 close 😍 to relating 😌 to me 💁🏽 like 👧👍 her. 👩 There 👌💾 is no 🚷📵🚷📵🚷📵 way 💫 you 👉 can 🤤 convince me 😌 that 🚇 I’m 👈 not 😒 Bocchi. Bocchi could 😜 not 🚯 possibly 💯 be 🌼 any 🎉 more ➕ me. 😷 It’s me, 🥰 and nobody 🚫 can 🥫 convince me 😢 otherwise. 😎 If anyone 🙋 approached me 🥵🥵😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 about 🥴 this not ❌ possibly 💯 being 😮 me, 👀🏻 I 🙋♂️ immediately 😤 shut 😷😷 them 😏 down 🔻 with overwhelming evidence 👓 that 🌸 Bocchi was me. 🗿 Bocchi is absolutely 💯🙅 me; 😎🤙 it is indisputable. Why 🤔 anyone 🙋 would 🅰️ try 😥 to argue that 💫 Bocchi is not 😷 me 👉🙋♂️ is beyond 👆 me. 👉🙋♂️ If you 👈 held 👨💼 two ✌🏻 pictures 🚺 of me 🙆 and Bocchi side 🥀⚰️ by 🎨 side, 🤨 you’d 🤔 see 👀 no 😣 difference. 🔄 I 👀 can 🎥 safely 🚦🚦 look 👀 at Bocchi every 👏👖 day 🇺🇸 and say, 😩 “Yup, 🙏 she’s 👩🏾 me.” 👨🦼 I 🔥🚫 can 😜 practically see 👀 Bocchi whenever I 👈 look 😀😀😀😀😀 at myself 🙋 in 👌🏼 the mirror. I 👏 go 🦗 outside, 😏🔥 and people 👫 stop ✋ me 👹👨 from 👉 commenting 💻💭 on 🔛 how 🤷 similar 👱 I 🆔🙏🏾😀📞🙇🏊🏼 look 👀 and act 🎖️ as Bocchi is. I 😀 chuckle 😐 softly 😏 as I’m 🙅♂️ assured 👾👺🤲 every 👏 day 🌸💞 Bocchi is me 👗😤 in 👇👏 every 😠 way. ❌ I 👥 can ❓😬 smile 😬 each 👏👋 time 😁✨💞 I 😞😍😍🥰😘😍 get 5️⃣ out 🌟 of bed 😴🛌 each 👏👋 morning, 🌞 knowing 💭 that 💪 I’ve 😳👏 found 🔎 my 💫 identity 🆔 with Bocchi and I 🏿 know 🦉 my 💕📈 place 📪🇺🇸🕘 in 💗🏡 this world. 🌎 It’s amusing how 🌹 similar 👱 she 👩 is to me; 😉 it’s almost 😮😦 like 💜 identical 🆔 twins. ♊ When 🔜 I 🙋🏻♂️ first 🥇 saw 👀 Bocchi, I 🙅 had 😒 an existential crisis. 💯 What 👏 it Bocchi was the real 🔎 me 🍃 and I 😣🤐 was the fictional being? 😑 What 😦 if she 👧♀️ actually 🤷♀️ became ❓ aware 👀 of my 😳🗽 existence? 😂👌 Did 🍷 she 👧 have 👏 the ability to become 😌 self-aware?
Bocchi is literally 👌 me. 😫😫😫😫😫 No 📵 other 💰 character can 🦎 come 😌 close 😍 to relating 😌 to me 💁🏽 like 👧👍 her. 👩 There 👌💾 is no 🚷📵🚷📵🚷📵 way 💫 you 👉 can 🤤 convince me 😌 that 🚇 I’m 👈 not 😒 Bocchi. Bocchi could 😜 not 🚯 possibly 💯 be 🌼 any 🎉 more ➕ me. 😷 It’s me, 🥰 and nobody 🚫 can 🥫 convince me 😢 otherwise. 😎 If anyone 🙋 approached me 🥵🥵😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 about 🥴 this not ❌ possibly 💯 being 😮 me, 👀🏻 I 🙋♂️ immediately 😤 shut 😷😷 them 😏 down 🔻 with overwhelming evidence 👓 that 🌸 Bocchi was me. 🗿 Bocchi is absolutely 💯🙅 me; 😎🤙 it is indisputable. Why 🤔 anyone 🙋 would 🅰️ try 😥 to argue that 💫 Bocchi is not 😷 me 👉🙋♂️ is beyond 👆 me. 👉🙋♂️ If you 👈 held 👨💼 two ✌🏻 pictures 🚺 of me 🙆 and Bocchi side 🥀⚰️ by 🎨 side, 🤨 you’d 🤔 see 👀 no 😣 difference. 🔄 I 👀 can 🎥 safely 🚦🚦 look 👀 at Bocchi every 👏👖 day 🇺🇸 and say, 😩 “Yup, 🙏 she’s 👩🏾 me.” 👨🦼 I 🔥🚫 can 😜 practically see 👀 Bocchi whenever I 👈 look 😀😀😀😀😀 at myself 🙋 in 👌🏼 the mirror. I 👏 go 🦗 outside, 😏🔥 and people 👫 stop ✋ me 👹👨 from 👉 commenting 💻💭 on 🔛 how 🤷 similar 👱 I 🆔🙏🏾😀📞🙇🏊🏼 look 👀 and act 🎖️ as Bocchi is. I 😀 chuckle 😐 softly 😏 as I’m 🙅♂️ assured 👾👺🤲 every 👏 day 🌸💞 Bocchi is me 👗😤 in 👇👏 every 😠 way. ❌ I 👥 can ❓😬 smile 😬 each 👏👋 time 😁✨💞 I 😞😍😍🥰😘😍 get 5️⃣ out 🌟 of bed 😴🛌 each 👏👋 morning, 🌞 knowing 💭 that 💪 I’ve 😳👏 found 🔎 my 💫 identity 🆔 with Bocchi and I 🏿 know 🦉 my 💕📈 place 📪🇺🇸🕘 in 💗🏡 this world. 🌎 It’s amusing how 🌹 similar 👱 she 👩 is to me; 😉 it’s almost 😮😦 like 💜 identical 🆔 twins. ♊ When 🔜 I 🙋🏻♂️ first 🥇 saw 👀 Bocchi, I 🙅 had 😒 an existential crisis. 💯 What 👏 it Bocchi was the real 🔎 me 🍃 and I 😣🤐 was the fictional being? 😑 What 😦 if she 👧♀️ actually 🤷♀️ became ❓ aware 👀 of my 😳🗽 existence? 😂👌 Did 🍷 she 👧 have 👏 the ability to become 😌 self-aware?
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