𝓳𝐚͜͡𝔠𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧ᅟ 𓈒

i fed my 𝐬͟𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐥͟ to the lies told around this 𝐭̶𝐚̶𝐛̶𝐥̶𝐞̶ but the blindfold is off and the 𝐛͟𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐨͟𝐝͟ calls for blood drowning my 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 in the chains of 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐨.

𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 in 𝐭𝐡𝐞 m̶i̶r̶r̶o̶r̶ and 𝐢𝐟 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 know 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝒎𝒂𝒏 or 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰 staring 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 ... 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 to 𝐦𝐲 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑.

bittersweet memories.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀back then everything was ❨ * 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 ❩ and nothing 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 .

𝑯𝑬 carried 𝐭𝐡𝐞 w̲e̲i̲g̲h̲t̲ of 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐑𝐎 on 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shoulders, 𝕮aught 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 his 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 and 𝓽𝓱𝓮 o̶u̶t̶l̶a̶w̶ legacy he 𝖂as 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝐭𝐨 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆.

𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺 the 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 is 𝐭𝐡𝐞 o̶n̶l̶y̶ thing 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 makes the 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 f̲a̲d̲e̲ 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, if 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if only 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 didn't feel so much like 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 .

home is the first grave.