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͏͏͏　　      𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖤𝖸𝖤𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖧𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖠͟𝖡͟𝖸͟𝖲͟𝖲͟𝖤͟𝖲，𝖱͟𝖴͟𝖨͟𝖭͟𝖲, 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖮𝖥𝖳，𝖴͟𝖭͟𝖳͟𝖮͟𝖫͟𝖣 𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝐖𝖠͟𝖳͟𝖤͟𝖱. ͏͏͏

͏͏͏　　      𝔦 𝔠𝖺𝗇 𝔡𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝔞 𝔯𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝔬𝖿 𝐛𝐥𝐨͟𝐨𝐝 𝔞𝗇𝖽 𝔫𝗈𝗍 𝔟𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍. 𝔰𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝔪𝖾 𝔶𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝔢𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 ♱͟ ❜ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀

i came from violence; it was in my blood.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀*⠀ ⠀⠀.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸ྀི ࣪⊹˚.｡˚⠀⠀ ⠀ ⤼⠀ ⠀⠀𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽⠀⠀ ⠀the⠀⠀ ⠀point⠀⠀ ⠀of ⠀ ⠀no⠀ ⠀ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ*⠀ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀abandon⠀⠀ ⠀thought ⠀ ⠀⠀&&. ⠀ ⠀⠀ let ⠀ ⠀⠀the⠀ ⠀⠀𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐂͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐃͟. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⟢ 𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙊𝘾 𝙑𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙈 𝘼 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝘼 𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝘽𝘼 𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙂𝙊 ! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 - BΛYӨПΣƬƬΛ

you want so badly to be pure again; you call yourself a doll， a lamb， an innocent little thing. but the color pink doesn't wash away sin， and rosaries don't make you any less scared of god.

i have hands for building altars， lips to pray to reckless gods， i was made to be a devotee．

ᅠ ᅠ A silent stare … it goes on longer than it needs to. Until the Dragonborn accepts the potion, immediately drinking it. ᅠ ᅠ

taking a seat next to him. “ everything alright? "

sometimes， my body feels like a burial ground for all the people i should have become.