ᅟ *‍ ‍ 𝑖̶𝑛̶𝑛̶𝑎̶ ╱╱ 𝑨𝒁𝑼𝑹𝑨.

the victim of a slow , purposeful erasure .

i guess, i guess i guess, this is the end i'll have to learn to be somebody else

and all of my memories and all of the things i have seen will be gone with my eyes with my body with me

now i'm free to find myself, and not let go.

this house that has been built on the bones of my murdered family, killed by my family, and their blood has poisoned the roots. yes, this house is my home.

family over all，

i am something i have been something i was born something what could i be?

cursing my name, wishing i stayed, look at how my tears ricochet

save me, somebody save me. i'm screaming for a life that i cannot have.

perhaps 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 are best left forgotten、for now.

i need somebody to remember my name after all that i can do for them is done

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀we’re all 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 . we’ve all killed parts of 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 to survive . we’ve all got 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 on our hands . something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive .

what survived may not be kind， but it's me.