‍ ‍ 𝒉𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

⠀⠀་ ، ˖ 𝓵ost in the lore of 𝒇𝒍͟𝒐͟𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 ⠀⠀and 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔, my 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 sings ⠀⠀𝒆𝐚𝐫͟𝐭͟𝐡𝐞𝐧 melodies 。𓂃

⠀ 𝐒͟𝐎͟𝐍͟ 𝐎͟𝐅͟ 𝐃͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐊͟ 𝐀͟𝐍͟𝐃͟ 𝐋͟𝐈͟𝐆͟𝐇͟𝐓 ⠀

With her hidden smile, she leaves these fields dry, taking back what she once gave. Headed beneath the earth where no one can follow.

𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈. 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄.

⠀but you were just a kid when they told you you’d been born to bleed, little soldier.

𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐈𝐀 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . ╱╳╲ GIVE US THE ﹟ SHUDDER OF OUR ﹙⠀𝐎𝐖𝐍⠀﹚ IMPERFECTION †⠀ .

ㅤ ☼ ⸻ 𝙶𝙾͡𝙾𝙳𝙱͜𝚈𝙴 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗼𝖼𝗲𝗇t 𝓫𝐨𝐲 off 𝖞𝗼𝘂 go 𝒊𝗇𝗍̫𝗈 … a 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝖜𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 ㅤㅤㅤ

ᅠᅠᅠ✧ 𝓸͟𝒏𝒄𝒆 ֵ 𝘂𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝘢 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ˖ ࣪⊹ ୧ , 𝓽𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝖺 𝓫͟𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝓹𝗿𝗶͜͡𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 ——— 𝒔𝘩𝘦 𝘄𝖺𝗌 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡⠀. . . 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗘.

ᅠㅤ ᅠㅤ

if i cannot be better than them, i will become so much worse.