I run.
Shadows cling to my skin.
Every step drags me closer to death.
They're hunting me. All of them.
I strike first. I vanish faster.
ðð§ð ðð¡ðð§...ð¬ðšðŠððšð§ð ð°ðððð¡ðð¬ ðŠð. ðâðš
Closer than fear.
Closer than desire.
In this world, trust is a weapon.
And I've learned to wield it like a knife.
⥠DEDICATION â¥
ðµðŸð
ð
ð·ðŸð
ðŽ ð
ð·ðŸ ð²ð
ð°ð
ðŽ ð
ð·ðŽ ð·ð
ðœð
â ð
ð·ðŽ ðºðžð»ð»â ð
ð·ðŽ ð²ð·ð°ðŸð
- ð
ð·ðžð
ðžð
ð
ðŸð
ð
ð±ð°ð
ð
ð»ðŽðµðžðŽð»ð³. ð
ð
ðŽð¿ ðžðœð
ðŸ ð
ð·ðŽ ð
ð·ð°ð³ðŸð
ð
... ðžðµ ð
ðŸð
ð³ð°ð
ðŽ.
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