ṭѧṭıѧ ƿєṭяȏṿѧ
ѕє¢σи∂ тσ σиℓу σиє. αмαяα.
S⃙h⃙e⃙s⃙ a⃙ s⃙i⃙n⃙.⃙ Y⃙o⃙u⃙v⃙e⃙ b⃙e⃙e⃙n⃙ w⃙a⃙r⃙n⃙e⃙d⃙.⃙
O͜͡n͜͡e͜͡ p͜͡a͜͡r͜͡t͜͡ d͜͡e͜͡m͜͡o͜͡n͜͡,͜͡ w͜͡e͜͡r͜͡e͜͡w͜͡o͜͡l͜͡f͜͡,͜͡ a͜͡n͜͡d͜͡ w͜͡i͜͡t͜͡c͜͡h͜͡.͜͡
A̺̺ t̺̺u̺̺r̺̺n̺̺e̺̺d̺̺ v̺̺a̺̺m̺̺p̺̺i̺̺r̺̺e̺̺ a̺̺n̺̺d̺̺ a̺̺ d̺̺e̺̺f̺̺i̺̺n̺̺i̺̺t̺̺e̺̺ b̺̺i̺̺t̺̺c̺̺h̺̺.̺̺
S̸i̸n̸g̸l̸e̸
B̵o̵r̵n̵ i̵n̵t̵o̵ m̵y̵s̵t̵i̵c̵ f̵a̵l̵l̵s̵ d̵u̵r̵i̵n̵g̵ t̵h̵e̵ 1̵0̵t̵h̵ c̵e̵n̵t̵u̵r̵y̵,̵ t̵h̵e̵ f̵i̵r̵s̵t̵ d̵o̵p̵p̵l̵e̵g̵a̵n̵g̵e̵r̵ b̵o̵r̵n̵ t̵o̵ t̵h̵e̵ p̵e̵t̵r̵o̵v̵a̵ l̵i̵n̵e̵.̵ P̵r̵o̵u̵d̵ m̵o̵t̵h̵e̵r̵ t̵o̵ h̵e̵r̵ l̵i̵t̵t̵l̵e̵ g̵i̵r̵l̵ m̵a̵r̵i̵y̵a̵,̵ h̵e̵r̵ a̵d̵o̵p̵t̵e̵d̵ d̵a̵u̵g̵h̵t̵e̵r̵ n̵a̵d̵i̵a̵ a̵n̵d̵ h̵e̵r̵ s̵o̵n̵ a̵l̵e̵x̵.̵
F͓̽a͓̽t͓̽e͓̽ d͓̽o͓̽e͓̽s͓̽ n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ d͓̽i͓̽c͓̽t͓̽a͓̽t͓̽e͓̽ m͓̽y͓̽ h͓̽e͓̽a͓̽r͓̽t͓̽
I͛ was born to be the other woman.
Who belonged to no one,
Who belonged to everyone
Who had nothing,
Who wanted everything, with
a fire for every experience and a obsession for freedom
That terrified me to the point that i couldnt even talk about it,
And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
- dining on your remains
- JoinedAugust 25, 2016
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