𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝐘⌖𝐔𝐑 ᴰᴬᵁᴳᴴᵀᴱᴿ .

I 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 THE BLOOD 𝐇͟𝐄͟ REGRETS GIVING ME .

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝓨𝓞𝓤 ᴡɪʟʟ ᴬᶜᴴᴱ ᒪIKE 𝐼 𝑨͟𝑪͟𝑯͟𝑬͟ ͟.͟

PART OF ME DIED IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. I MAY GROW AGAIN， BUT I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME.

a little frayed at the edge.

I 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 THE BLOOD 𝐇͟𝐄͟ REGRETS GIVING ME .

I think you’re first on my list

god ; I could stab someone .

the butcher does not seek forgiveness from the animals he slaughters.

my heart isn’t all that pretty, it has its dark spots

so let us dance, for we shall both be meeting our makers soon.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 .

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Remember who I was before .ᐣ I used to be so pure , so protected .