𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇.

somewhere between remembering who i was and coming up with who i wanted to be, i lost my last strand of identity i had left. now, i am left, with the remains of broken promises, painful memories, and terrorizing thoughts. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 | 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ©