ᅟ ᅟ ᅟ 𝑯𝔒𝙼ꑾ꒒🅐ɳ𝐷ꏹ͜𝑹.ᅟ

it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.

𝓲f my 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 is a ̶b̶̶e̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶y̶̶a̶̶l̶， make 𝙽𝙾 mistake: i'll 𝗯͟𝗲͟𝘁͟𝗿͟𝗮͟𝘆.

i just want revenge. and a little bit more. and a little bit more.

what if peace was my mother tongue, but violence was my second language?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Yeah.ᐣ Knock knock. Who's there.ᐣ Go 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 your 𝐟͟𝐚͟𝐜͟𝐞͟. ⠀

in her tomb by the surrounding sea.

⠀fame ⠀is ⠀a ⠀gun, ⠀and ⠀i ⠀point ⠀it ⠀blind ⠀[…] ⠀you've ⠀got ⠀a ⠀front ⠀row ⠀seat, ⠀and ⠀i—i ⠀got ⠀a ⠀taste ⠀of ⠀the ⠀glamorous ⠀life.

⠀⠀you're ⠀⠀a ⠀⠀dog ⠀⠀an ⠀⠀i'm ⠀⠀your ⠀⠀man ⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀you ⠀⠀believe ⠀⠀me ⠀⠀like ⠀⠀a ⠀⠀god. ⠀⠀i ⠀⠀destroy ⠀⠀you ⠀⠀like ⠀⠀i ⠀⠀am.

it dies. it is reborn. worse. lonelier.