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" 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀. " 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌? 𝖯𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇. ㅤ ㅤ​

day to day turned to season to season Just how long did I stand in the deep end?

nothing ends poetically. it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red.

One day we are gonna grow wings, death or freedom.

me and my favorite shop against the world.

“ Will there ever be a day when we are free and happy?