ᅟ𝕮ᴿ𐍈ᵂ𝙽ᅟᴼ͟ᶠ ͙ ᅟ𝕸𐌰ᴰ𝙽ᴱ𝚂𝚂.ᅟ

⠀⠀⃞𓀖⠀⁀⠀*⠀⠀𝔦⠀⠀⠀𝔰𝔢𝔢⠀⠀⠀𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰⠀⠀⠀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄⠀⠀⠀𝔞𝔫𝔡⠀⠀⠀ᵀ͟ᴬ͟ᴷ͟ᴱ ͙⠀⠀𝔦𝔱⠀⠀⠀.ᐟ⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀𓆩⠀ᛜ⠀𓆪

no grave can hold my body down —— i’ll crawl home to her.

family over all，

dying is an art， like everything else. i do it exceptionally well.

you once told me that my tears do nothing good for the dead. why, then, are you crying at my grave?

here comes death. how sentimental.

even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt.

stars blink like my sisters eyes, i dream of eternal life.

to the coffin, to the ties. / waiting till' the afterlife, my confession won't suffice.

.. it's you. if it's you, i die without regret.

and if i fall asleep, the shadows win.

⠀i always knew i was a martyr and that jesus was one too ／ but i was built from special pieces that i learned how to unscrew ／ and i can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you ／ or anybody that decides that i’m of use .

But it was not 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 fault but 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊 .. And it was 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 h̲e̲a̲r̲t̲ on the line 𓈒 I really 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 it up this time — Didn't I , 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𖤠