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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐’๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง




























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”



























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐‘๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐€๐๐๐„๐€๐‘๐’ ๐…๐‘๐Ž๐Œ ๐“๐‡๐„
๐Œ๐„๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€... ๐€๐†๐€๐ˆ๐!?!?

๐ˆ๐“ ๐‡๐€๐’ ๐๐„๐„๐ ๐€ week since the hate Lyla Rose has been receiving, and looking at the comment section on her last Instagram post it has been getting worse, not just because of how she played a man, but also because of how much of a 'b*tch' or 'sl*t' she is. Comments have also said how Rose's boyfriend, Tom Blyth, should leave her as soon as possible.

The disappearance of the singer has made fans concerned about her health, and it also worries them as they fear this time she won't come back, as last time she was on the 'verge' of leaving social media. That was because of the hate that she got for dumping her ex boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson, who was assumed to have cheated on her. (๐€/๐: ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐‹๐จ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐ค๐š๐ฒ).

So do we think Rose has officially hidden herself from the spotlight... or will she return and come back stronger than a 90s trend? (๐€/๐: ๐ˆ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ˜ญ)





































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐‹๐„๐“ ๐Ž๐”๐“ ๐€ sigh as she set her phone down, after reading the article that had been released about her absence in the media. She hated this and honestly she didn't get how this was all a big deal. Why couldn't she be a man in her ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง music video? Why is it affecting people? But along with that, she had been getting called a 'Slut' again.

The blonde singer was sick of them always coming at her, because for a man, it was all good if they were 'bad', and it was okay if they were 'mad', but they always paint women to be bad. The Rose girl knew if she was a man, the she would be ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง.

As that word came in her head, Lyla immediately picked up her lyric book and started writing down every single thing she was feeling, anger, frustration, hurt and more. Twenty minutes after, Lyla had written a song. A song that she titled as '๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง'.

Reading the lyrics, a small smile formed on her face, whilst picking up her acoustic guitar. As she began plucking the strings, her and her boyfriend's bedroom door opened, Lyla looked up to meet her favourite pair of blue eyes.

During the hate, Tom had been by her side, constantly telling her that she was everything to him, how she was so beautiful and so perfect, but most of all he promised her would never leave her, which really is the blonde girls biggest fear.

"Hi, love." Tom softly said, approaching towards her and sitting down on their bed. Lyla's heart warmed at the sight of her boyfriend, and her smile grew even bigger. "What you doing?" He asked, glancing towards her lyric book.

"Was about to play a song I just wrote." Lyla responded, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. Then, she turned her lyric book around and gently pushed it towards Tom, who began reading the lyrics.

After a minute later, Tom looked up at her and grinned. "This is amazing! It's a masterpiece!" He exclaimed, flipping the book around and passing it towards his girl, who shyly blushed and thanked the Birmingham boy.

"I can leave the room if you want to play it by yourself." He softly said. Lyla shook her head, she wanted Tom to hear the song she wrote, so after a moment of silence, she told him to say. The British boy nodded, watching as his girlfriend moved her guitar closer to her, playing the instrumental to the music.

โ ๐–จ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐—‘
๐–จ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—…
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ๐—’'๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’ ๐–จ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๏ฌ๐–พ๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐–จ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—†๐—‚๐— ๐—๐—ˆ
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—„
๐–ฅ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ
๐–ค๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Š๐—Ž๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—…๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹
๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—…๐—‰๐—๐–บ ๐—๐—’๐—‰๐–พ
๐–ถ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐–พ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—’๐–บ
๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ?
๐–จ'๐—† ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‡๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–จ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„๐–พ๐—‹
๐–จ๐–ฟ ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ข๐–บ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐–บ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡
๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡ โž

The Birmingham boy slightly tilted his head as he listened to the angelic voice his girlfriend had. Tom truly loved this song, but he knew this was a song she had to write because of what has been happening recently, plus he will always support her in whatever she does.

โ ๐–ถ๐—๐–บ๐—'๐—Œ ๐—‚๐— ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐—‹๐–บ๐—€ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—
๐–ฑ๐–บ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–บ๐—’ ๐—‚๐–ฟ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ
๐–จ๐–ฟ ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๏ฌ‚๐–บ๐—Œ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐–จ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—๐–ผ๐—, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–บ ๐–ป๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐–พ๐—‹
๐–ณ๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡๐— ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ
๐–ฒ๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–จ'๐—† ๐—†๐–บ๐–ฝ โž

As Lyla neared towards the end of this song, she looked towards Tom who was paying his full attention to her, which made a faint blush appear on her cheeks. The blonde singer also decided she would record and release this song. She just had to because she knew that many other women out there would also relate to this song.

"If I was a man then I'd be the man." Lyla softly sang, strumming a few guitars before placing it down. After a second, Tom cheered on for her. Lyla lightly giggled as she leaned forward, kissing Tom's lips. This seriously was all she needed.























เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐๐š๐๐๐ฒ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐๐š๐๐๐ฒ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž ๐–จ'๐—† ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—† ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐— ๐—†๐–พ ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡

โ”โ” ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐





































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ก ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

[#] ๐–ณ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‰ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‰๐—‚๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† itsyaswiftieallie ๐—Œ๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—„ ๐—Ž ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐— โค๏ธ
[#] ๐–ณ๐—’๐—Œ๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿจ๐Ÿซ๐—„ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—’๐—Œ๐—† ๐Ÿ’‹






เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐„๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

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