ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝕸.

ㅤ I 'ought to have you t̲w̲o̲ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 . ㅤ

if it's to protect 'me'， then i'll do anything.

guilt—ridden and almost angry. there's always anger lurking beneath my skin: envy and jealousy and why—not—me's. sometimes mellowed, sometimes the hearth's calm flame, but always burning. it's the only warmth i've ever had to cling to.

ㅤ ㅤyou . .

ㅤ 𝐂𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 . ㅤ