"And you gathered me like scattered leaves... not out of care, but for convenience. You traced my broken pieces with promises, only to strike the match yourself. I mistook your hands for shelter, not knowing they were kindling. In the end, I wasn't saved... I was set ablaze by the very one who claimed to love the ashes." ── ᯓᡣ𐭩 ── Started: May 24, 2024, Friday. Ended:All Rights Reserved