⠀ : ⠀ ❝ 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 . . . ❞
━━━ ( 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙳𝙰𝙸𝚁 )
❝ my 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 is an 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧
you can 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 take off
no 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 how many 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺
𝙮𝙤𝙪 tell me the 𝐖𝐀𝐑 is 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 . ❞
━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈�...
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❝ still got 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 on my back from your 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆.❞
-ˏˋ this is for you 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔...! ˎˊ˗ sending all my love,𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 ❞ ━━ 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 ﹝ 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 ﹞
━━━ ⠀ : ⠀ ❝ 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬. . . ❞ ❪ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 ❫
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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 poetic about dying in the rain. The way soothing droplets roll down your neck as you stumble blindly through the misty fog. The graceful caress of water as it dances across your face all while you muster a smile, witnessing your first miracle in days. A fitting way to die perhaps, the only moment of tranquility being where you draw your last breath. Innocence still clinging tightly to your heart as you relish in the thought that your actions throughout the past few days would go without consequence.
