𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 {𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙚}

"nobody ever told me how to mourn someone i hated. not a small disliking, a festering splinter that only dug itself deeper and deeper in me, until it became me. the hurt and hate that stung much longer than those self-inflicted, circular fag burns, that at some point or another, healed. these scars couldn't be erased; they were tattooed on my very heart.

and soon, granger would hold residency in that cavity too, except it would be far more brillant and entirely less self-destructive.

or would it?"