( 𝓹𝕚𝕟𝕘 !! ) ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘..  [  𝙡𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 a.]
                   slinking   by   the   stools   and   the   careless  
        polluting   circus   covered   in   crimson   and  
            crusting   cutthroats.     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘.           sliding   down   the   poles   and  
       decorating   herself   in   limited   grins   and   words   of      passion.   when   the   club   runs   down  ,   when  
                   the   red   light   flashes   dim   and   soon  
   exhausts   itself  ,   ৎ୭  she   finds    her   lips   on  
         someone   new.      driven     mad   and   blindly   led   by   desire  ,       they   fall   clueless   to   the    number  
      thirty   three.   falling   by   her   feet,   the   last  
    breath   inhaled   by   her   rouge   lips.   
   𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃...𖣁    a           smirk   lines   those   lips   whilst   her   shoes   click   out   in   the   smoke   of   the   street  .   a   product   of   bastard   need   driven   mad   by   stored    revenge.                         𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘?