Quadeca - I Didn't Mean To Haunt You
Jan 18, 2023
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isolation trilogy.

Part 3.

Inexistence

⚠ content warning ⚠

This is literally just about suicide. And references to self harm. Keep that in mind. Nothing too graphic, but if even touching on it takes you to a dark place, I'd advise skipping this review.

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It was in a blink, then there's nothing in my head
Sprint so pretty, yet you're looking like the dead
Staring at the floor, but my presence here instead
I didn't want to tell you, wanted to skip all the dread
Wrote a little note, it's up beside your bed
I want you to leave and read it, but you're calling the feds
It's too much, I hear sirens roar up ahead
It's too much, I needed a moment
I let that moment become a hole that I dived in
The worst of myself was the mud that I writhed in
Now I arrived in another state in my existence
I can see hope die, it's corpse is still persistent
I wish I could hold you and keep you close
But you look like you just saw a ghost

Hope and grief is a blue hue in you
I can see it still shine though
Your eyes don't meet me when you stare
I'm sorry for not being there

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Last thing that you said | I I I I
Ĺ̵̰̋̚a̸̖̾̌͒s̸̖̿̀͝͠ț̴̎ ̵̡̝̱̲̈t̸͍̤͗̎͠ͅh̸͇͙̱́̍̕i̴͔̝͔̙̓n̶͚͍̂̎̂͜͠g̶̺̻͋̎͊̄ ̷͓̲͔̓̅͛̆t̵̨̏̚h̷̞͐â̷̘͈̄ţ̸̡͉̇͗͘ ̸͕͂y̸͎̱͂͋͆o̷̱̙͉͋̃͘ͅu̶͖͛͋̆͛ ̶͍̅s̷̈̅̎͜a̶̯̺̐̇̚ï̸̱̭̏d̶̢͍̻̂ | I I I I
L̶̦͉̞̣̮̜͈͌͊͘ä̶̖̞̭̥͚͉́̇̿͌̈́͜͝ṣ̸̮̠͇͎̥͇̤̓̀̎̀t̴̨̹̟̮̲͘͜͜ ̵̢̤̥͔̯̌͐̂͛̒t̷̮̠͈̭̚h̸̥͆̒͝i̸̮̎n̴͙̲͎͉̮̰͛g̵̙̝̑͊͒́̑̕ ̴̡̢̛̳̠͎̩̔̄̈́̔̀͝͝t̶̹̟̜̳̒̀̚h̷̨͇͚́a̸̪̖͉̗̰̖̻̅̒̃̇̏̓̓t̷̨̠̹̪̳̟̥͕̂͐̐͋́͗̕̕ ̷̢̛͕͓̔̈́y̸̧͙̞̰̭̐̓o̷͇̙͕͔͓̿͑̑͐ͅù̴̲̤̺ͅ ̵͇́͒̉̌͂̇͝͝s̵͔͉͂͠ȁ̸̙̬̮̓̄́i̴̟͒̓̓͗̌͆͂d̷̦͔̩̹͒̆͆̈͑̚̕ͅ | I I I I
L̶͖̳̫͎͂̂͑̾̚͝ͅḁ̷̢̡̟͖̻̜͖̫̺̣̩͍̙͙̹͇̹̹̝͒͐̅͂̎͛̊̅̈́̈́͐͊͊̂͘͜͠͝s̵̡̛͖̼͈̱̗̯̩̣̤̟͇̲͎̹͔̫̼̞͆̈́̐̒͊́͌̅̂́̋̀͗̇̄̓̌̓̒͘̕̕͜͠͠t̸̛̛͚̠̞̻̪̳̦̙͓̜̪͇͖̠̤͎͈͉̲̟̦̪̜̝̤̿͆̏̑͑͛͆͗͊ ̶̡̺̟̱̘̩̈́̂̓̓̍́͒̔̊̿̐t̷̛̛̛͙̦͖̘̞͕̣̬̮̭̼̤̱̣̹͍̜̘̒́̿͒̃̍̓͜h̵̨͍̤̼̟͔̦̟͖̥͂̈̾̽̈́̀͐̀̑̽́̅̊͂͝į̶̧͇̭̘̘͚̫̫͙̱͈̎̉̓n̸̢̬̥͚̫̫̤̝̞̱̪͕͎̺͉̗͇̤͉̬̺̪̈̓̀̈́͗̋͊̐̓̾̀̆̽̉̄̓͗̀̌͘ͅͅͅḡ̸̡̛̙̥̹̞̲̺̞͙͙́̄͑̅̚ ̷̨̛͙̳̳͙̲̭̳̲̻̖̯̞͕̹̲̲̱̼͙̻̱͗͆̃̒̀͒͂̄͊̉̈́̚͘̚͠͝t̸̢̧̧͕̭͔̠͇͕͈̬̰̦̲͉̝̼̻͔͍̳͇͉̭̺͔͑́̀̈́̑̓̓̐ḧ̷̡̡͕̤͈̙̻͓͇̳͕͖͎̪̦͎͙͙̯̱̤̙́̅̈́̐̀̈́͑͘͘ͅą̴̨̡͇͈̫̱̼͙͙̪̳̭̫̝̥̪̫̤͇͉̙̻͔̳͛̔̀̋̆͆͐̉͗̏̎̊̇͘͘͘͝t̶̨̬̣̫͙̗̙̖͕̗͈̮̮̗̘͋̃͑̓̉͆͒ ̶̢̡̡͉͓͚͔̩͓̹̜̻̤̫̼̠̠͕̤̗̘͍̹̻̝̘̃̾̎́̎͗̐̉̇̀̿̚y̶̟͙͇̣̳̓̈́̈́̐͋̍̈̈̇̍̓̋̉́̈́̃͒̈́̋̚̕̚̕͘̚̕͝o̶̡̡̙͙̤̼̘͌̄̌͋̃͛͌̄̊̉̑̿̀̒̕̚͠ų̴̡̢̤̥̩͚̜̘̱͙̝̞͙̦͖̻͓̞̥̻̟͋̔͒́̈́̌͐̄̀̕ ̷̧̢̧̛̦̹̘͙̼̝̞̜̯̰̰̬̲͍̲̭̒̄́̋͋͛͐̎͊͑̑͐̅̄͊̊͘͜͝ͅs̸͚͉̯̘̠̾̾̿̿̂́͗̈͌͑͘͠͠ạ̴̡̡̢̻̹̞̞̼̘̬͖̦͈͓̳̮͇͛̌̌i̶̢̢̨̛̛̛̝̖̜̤̭̝̲̟͚̫̠̞̞̦̦̞̰̹̔̏̎̈̐̈̍̋͑͂́̒̓͗͆̏̾̚͘͜͜͜͝͝d̸̢̧̫̘̣̙͎͉̮͖̼͎̗͖̭̟̞̼͖̝̠͔͑͘ | I I I I
L̷̛͍̜̞̻̺̜̯̻͙͌̈́͑̊̈́̆̄̊͌̄̆̃̆̄̚̚͘͜͝â̴͚̰͑̌̑̈́̅̍̑̋̆͒͐͌̓̈́͗̌̕s̸̫̊͂̐̀̃͆͗͒̑̑͂̈́̚̕̚͝͝͝͠ṱ̶̢̨͙̦̣̫̦̰̥͉̲̯͉̼̘̺̞͓̀̊̇̈̿̊͒̉̆̀̌̔̏̽̇̂̚ ̵̡̣͉͋t̴̖̣͍͍̟̖̗̬̥̩̀̎͘h̷̢̢̞̗̝̩̹̲̭̰͎̝̮̺̬̤̤̖̅̈́̇̿͝i̴̢̞͑̀͂̓̈̒̄̽͝͠͝ń̶̡̰͓̻͍̙̞̮̫̫̻͈̭̝̳̋͘ġ̴̨̛̺̣͇̣̜̻͖̘̺̭̗̻̘̖̟̫͉̮̪̫͔̗̽͂̿͂̒́͋͆̈́̈́͗́̓̊̀͐͌̎̕̚͝ ̸̡̲̬̮͓͇͉̠͂̓̀̋̌̿͂̀̂̚͝t̵̙͓͉͉̩͕͌̈́̈̚͠h̵̨̖̦̥̝͍͚͇͙͉͇̞̝̳͚̩̹̪̾͋͊̎̃̆̈́̍̌͛̀͘ͅa̶̛̰͚̙͙̟͚͎͖͖͉̺̫̍̈́̋̎̀́͛̇͊͌̀̽͜͝t̶̡̩̟͚̱̳͕̯̻̝̎̆͌̉͝ ̵̣͈̤͈̳̹̪̠͉̖̰͖̈̐̈́̋̔̆̊͐̏̿͗̍̈́̕͜͝y̵̨͈͍̫͉͚͈̙͙͚͈̑̒̽͛̋̀̃̃̈́̈́̓̒̈̈́̅͌͘̚̕͝ͅơ̸̡̧̘̥̻̺̥͉̗̩̻̥̬͍̜̤͚͖̪̍͐͌̇̌̐́͂̕ͅụ̸̻̠̩̤̖̻̮̬͖̟̥͔͇̘͔̞͑͌̃͗̂̊͒͂̽͂̐̏̆͂̈́͗͛̚͝͝ͅ ̴͈͙͕̬͕̻̼͎̗͇͉̜̑̈́̋̐̓͛͐̒̑̔̈̚͘͠s̷̥̯̣̰͉̬̈́͑͐͛͗͗̃̉̒͒̄̿͛̽̿͋͘͠a̶̧̨̢̭̼̞͙̘̲͔̖̳̼͚͙̤̠̰̝͇͎̭̅̏̈̿̋̇͂͘i̶̡̫̭̤̪̳̼̜̣̙̮͎̜̗̳̦̣̘͍̗͎̅͆͆ͅd̶̡̛̩͇͉̖̯͇̹͔͈̞̦͚̊̽̈́̓͌́̐̂͗̑͛̽̓͌̀͝͝͝ͅͅ | I I I I
L̷̡̦̺̟̘̗̬̬̂̒̄͐̀͒ȧ̵͔̩̭͕̖̪̖̅͌̂̉̓̂̄̽̔͂̚s̷̢̯̪̱̦͖̹͉̠̜̭̞̍͜t̸̥̟̭̫̯̳͇̹͖̃̏̒̽̈́̈́̅͐̏̆̔̀̀̒̚͜͝͠ ̵̠͙̗̜̪͔̙̱̳̮̭̱̻̱͂͝ͅţ̶̢̨̢̼̗̱͓̟͎͙̝̳̝̟̲̮̱͔͖̣͇̆́̓̈́͑̕͜ͅh̸̡̗͇͔͙̻͉̮̦̮̗̥͔̮̪̼͎̥̮͇̙̮͖͌͜ͅï̸̢̧̛͉͉̬͙̳̗̬̖̯̖̿̓̊̈́̆̈́̂̔̀͘ͅń̸̨̠̯̳͔͚̪̆͂́̔̃͠ǵ̶̨̢̨̢̧͙̠̰̱͔̻̞̮̼̫̗̙͓͎̤̓̈ ̷̨̮͈̙͇̳̬̫̬͐̆͊̃͛̾̿͂̋̅́̌̆͛́̀̽̕͜͝͝t̷̫͉͈̗̺͙͈̫̙̿̾̈́̿͗̏͋̈̊̓̽̇̓̂̓̀̚͘͘ḫ̷̛̞͍̩̭͓̣̮͇̭̺̬̘̖̊̄̎͑́͆̄̿͠ͅa̴̝̟̖̩̩̘̰͈̱͉͉̖̞̰̝͖͕̜̤͚̻̟̋͐̾̀̓͑̑̌̀̍́̒͐̌̔̈́̕̚ţ̵̘̝͔͙̬̩͓͔̥̟̼̣̈́́̓͂̆̈͗͝͝ͅ-̶͕͇͖̺̲̬̲͆͑̉̔̓̔̔́̇̄̃͋̔̑̽̌̕͝ | I I I
L̷̡̦̺̟̘̗̬̬̂̒̄͐̀͒ȧ̵͔̩̭͕̖̪̖̅͌̂̉̓̂̄̽̔͂̚s̷̢̯̪̱̦͖̹͉̠̜̭̞̍͜t̸̥̟̭̫̯̳͇̹͖̃̏̒̽̈́̈́̅͐̏̆̔̀̀̒̚͜͝͠ ̵̠͙̗̜̪͔̙̱̳̮̭̱̻̱͂͝ͅţ̶̢̨̢̼̗̱͓̟͎͙̝̳̝̟̲̮̱͔͖̣͇̆́̓̈́͑̕͜ͅh̸̡̗͇͔͙̻͉̮̦̮̗̥͔̮̪̼͎̥̮͇̙̮͖͌͜ͅï̸̢̧̛͉͉̬͙̳̗̬̖̯̖̿̓̊̈́̆̈́̂̔̀͘ͅń̸̨̠̯̳͔͚̪̆͂́̔̃͠ǵ̶̨̢̨̢̧͙̠̰̱͔̻̞̮̼̫̗̙͓͎̤̓̈ ̷̨̮͈̙͇̳̬̫̬͐̆͊̃͛̾̿͂̋̅́̌̆͛́̀̽̕͜͝͝t̷̫͉͈̗̺͙͈̫̙̿̾̈́̿͗̏͋̈̊̓̽̇̓̂̓̀̚͘͘ḫ̷̛̞͍̩̭͓̣̮͇̭̺̬̘̖̊̄̎͑́͆̄̿͠ͅa̴̝̟̖̩̩̘̰͈̱͉͉̖̞̰̝͖͕̜̤͚̻̟̋͐̾̀̓͑̑̌̀̍́̒͐̌̔̈́̕̚ţ̵̘̝͔͙̬̩͓͔̥̟̼̣̈́́̓͂̆̈͗͝͝ͅ-̶͕͇͖̺̲̬̲͆͑̉̔̓̔̔́̇̄̃͋̔̑̽̌̕͝ | I I I
Ḷ̸̛̱̪̌̓͑͋̌͊̎͝ā̴͚̜͔͕̫͓̹̤̬̦̆̑̔̂̾͊̿̈́̎͜͝s̸̞͉̞̓̇̃̎͒͐̊͝t̶̨̧̨͇̠̼̬͎̳̯̳̤̹̻̬̠̒̋̔̈́͐͋̄̋̈́̎̿̉̕͠͠͝ͅ ̵̝̳͖̗̱̝͔̬̩̩̥̞̳̘̬͆̔̑͋̋́͌̌̉̇̈́̉̐̚͜͝͠ͅt̷̬̳̟̟̗͚̮̑̃̂̈́̅̍̋̆̈́̑̑͋͗́̈́͂̐h̷̨͚̤̻̞̖̠͎̲͚̙̉͂̋͒͌̓̽̌̇̓̇͂̀͆̊̚̚͜͜ḯ̴̢̧̛̺͓̘̖͎̣͖͈͔͎̏̄̆̀̊̊͝ń̸̡̧͙̯̤̤̣͈̣k̶̡̧̡͎̙̗͓̲̩̮̲̩̯͖͚̋͐̊̎̊̌̅̄͑́̈́̆̓̋̈̈́͠ ̴̧̛͓̣̠̫̙̥͎͚͓̖̳̰͂̍͆͆̈̒̐̌͝͝t̶̡̝̣̪̱̱͌̋͌̊̔̿̿̅̒̾̏̉̄͑̚͘͠h̸̡̛̬̬̳͍̹̬͕̑́̾̍͌͒̿̚ả̶̬͍̫͉̈̌͊͠ͅt̷̛̯͚̯̳̟̊͂̃̒̋̏̊̒͐̀̇̽͗̐̽͠ ̷̢̨̛̗͓̙͙̤͇̬̹̘̲͔͂́̾͂́̄̔̿̍̉̓͌͘͘y̷̧̱̦̬̟̬̻͉̮̔͝o̵̧̰̲̜̯̖̜͎̰̖̜̙̻̎̑̈́̏̋̽̀͊̚͠ͅų̶̢̢̢̮̮͍̣͔̰͖̞͔̗̼͓̭͒̀̈̐́̎̐̊͛̆̈̕ ̸͇̟̗͂͐̒̈́́̕͠s̵̢͍͎̱͍̙̘̘̯̃̔̆̒̑̌̓͋̉͝ẵ̵̠̖͉̟͎̘̥̺̼͈͊̉͜͝͝ǐ̵̢̧̙̖̞̮̱̦̱̹̻̩̻̒̾̊̽͂d̸̨̤̰̼̭̦̗̺̰̼̩̳̠̘̱̹̑̊͒ͅ | I I I I
̴̠̠̐̒̑́̀͛͂̇̒̒́̀̀̄̊͝Ḷ̸̡̛͓͍͓͍͕͇̩͈̼̥̼͈̦͉͛͋̄̒͊̎̑̏̃̈́̈́̾̃̚͘̚ă̶̡̳̩͉̤͒͋̕ş̵͈͍̥̟̬̈́̈̿̓̾̽̔̄̒͛̀̌͘͝͝͝t̵̯̱̠͈̳̮̦̬̪̲̭̿̐̊͋́̃ ̷̬̲̲̘͔͓̗̱͉̩̳̂̈́̓̈̆̿̆͊͘͜͜͝t̵̛̜̬͍̪͙́̑̉͒͒̓̈́̊̋͘̕͝ḩ̵͙̥̱̮̻̪̪̣͍̰̬̹̖̟̇̈́͋́̎̎̑̆͌͒̿́͜͠i̸̡̢̨̜̭̖̼͎̺͖͙̩͗͌͊̑̒̎̽̏͠n̵̢͍͉̫̻̅̈́͊̈͛̍̄̔̇̈́͊̅ġ̴̨͙̱̽͐̑̔͆̏̉́̒̚̚͝͝ ̵̢̳͍̖͍̖̰̼̯̘͊̄͐̒̾́̄͋t̸͚̄̉̃̿͆̿̚h̴͉̏̅̉̐̍͒̕͘à̶͙t̵̪̥̝̪̦̏̅̀̆͜ ̸̧̡͉͓̽̎̓́y̸̛̩̰͌̄͂̽͗̿̉̓̈̎͂͒͆͠ŏ̸̖̜̟̣̜̈́͂̾͌̕ư̶̢̨̨̢̛͔̗̳̩̞̠̖̊͛̈́̈́̔̈́͑͆͒̓̕͜͜͝ ̸̢̨̡̨̠͍̜̰̦͉͚̩̞͈͐͋̋͠ş̴͙̼̜͕͚̥̱̠̞͇̺̋̈́a̴̲̝̥̗̩̜̤̭͍̺̮͊̾̈́̓̄̅̂̏̊͘͝ì̷̡̨̧̫̠̻͖̻̤̼͚͔͍̲̠͚̰͋̏̍̂̀̂̇̓̅͝͝͠d̷̢̛̟̹̦̱̰̫̪̈́̄̂̐́̈́̀̎̀̔̂̕̚̚͜͝͝ | I I I I
̶̭̂̋̈́̆̏͆́͗̊̉̌̾̒̈́̔̕͜L̷̪̭̯͖̓͝ą̵̢̛͕̝̱̰̪̘͍̥̭͂̈̌̈́͂̈͛̊͑̉̈́͘͘͝ͅṡ̷̨̟̪͉̫̆̾͒̂̾͛̓͊̃͗̕͠t̶̛͕̹̫͈̮͉̼̖̠̘̯̂̾̀̎̾̒̒̚̕̕ ̵̛͎̬͉̠̹̟̪͍̥̠͔̫̆̓̔̄͐͆̊̉͒̓̾t̴̢̖̳͇͔͖̲̪̮͊̏̅͛͂̅̈̓̈́̿̽̐̏͂̕͜͝͝ͅh̷̟̭͓̎i̴̧̨̪͎͙̟̣̯̱͆͌͗̏̓͊͛̔̊́̎̇̍̃͆͝ņ̴̝̹̝̲͉̰͚̥̦̹̩͎̤̣̦̆̒́̐͌̉̾̏̓͊̈́̒̓̀͘͜͠͝ģ̷̨̱̈͆͗̉̓̓͑̄͂̈̈͌̀̂̾̈́͝ ̵̨̢̻͉̖͓̤͍͕̯̪̮̼̪̣̦͍͐͂̑̃̄̓͌̀͋̑͒̔̾͌̏̅t̶̙͚̘̼̖̬̉͜͝h̵̨͖̥̤̯̩̪̟̫̬̀̍̆̚a̴̡̼̮̱̲̅͌̎̓̄ẗ̷̬̭͕̺̳̜͇̲̘̪́̎̒͌̾͌ͅͅ ̷̨͍̗̟́̀̏͋̑̓͛̑y̷̧̰̹̰̖͆̿̿̌̾͠͝ͅǫ̷̩͖͍̳̬͙̔͌͆͌̏ụ̸̋́̑̀̏͌̅͑̓̀͒̋̏͘̚ ̵̧̢͙̦̯͍̻̺͈̬͕̠͕̭̞̦͓̌́̉̅̇͝ş̵̲̰̜̬̰̲̰̟̱̞̜͓͓̻̈́̓̂̒̉̃̃̊̿͒̚ͅä̷͇̳̗̞͉̦͎̩̪͔͖́́̒́̾̉͒̂̏͒́̾̆̆̈́̌͐ḯ̸̡̲̩͓̩͈̹͚̄̿̉͊͘͘͠͝d̴͈̰̜̠̖̰̫̱̲̦͇̤͉̟̦̆͑̋̂͒̈́̉̐͑̃͋͗͠ | I I I I
Ļ̴̺͈̹͓̤̜̲͕̪̹̻̫͔̜͈͛̈́a̵̳͗̈́̾̾͌̇͋͋́͂̅s̸̛̙̪̜̭͖͇͖̙͉̮̝̞̗̃͊̊͜͠ͅt̸̨͎͎̜̻̯̞̔̿̐̈̃̊͒͋̑̆̇͝͝ͅ ̶̡̱̱͙̪̜̯̝͕̰̲̲͕͛̍͌ͅͅt̴̡̟̝͔̼͖̭̣̦̹̟͈͎̰͉̻̀̾͜h̷͔͓͈̫͔̖̘͍̩̰̙̯̜͐́͛͋͒̓͂͑̿͊͝i̴̡̱͇̬͎̘̼͚͖̮̤̝̅̅͒́͑̕͠n̷͎̑̈́̅͊k̸̨̡͔̤̯̦̪̭̼̘̿̃́̂̅̃̉ ̷̪̺͖̙́́̎́͑͂͆̈̕͠ţ̸̧̡̛͚̗̝̼̪͔̹̪͔̻̥̓́̾́̊̎̈́͜ḫ̸̡̡̬͚̠̺̥͓͙̞̰̮̝̰̐̎͑̊̇͆ͅą̶̧̛͎͉̣͎̻̘̖͎̻̱̲͔̀̀̈́̄͋̍̉͐̌͌̕t̷̬̮̳͇̙̩̰̟̺̳̳͓͊ ̴͚̣̄͐̅́̕y̴͔̠̳̜̙̫̰̽̑͊̐͆̅̉̒̂̈́̍o̵͇̩̒̌̂̅̓̎̑̿͐̎͒͊u̴̜̦̼̞̤̦̠̬̘͌ͅ ̸̠̜̱͓͉͉̺̊̀͆̓͌͘͘͜͝͝s̶̢̟̦͉̞̮̙̗̺̱͙̦̼̘̞̍̃̓̿̑̅̾̌̀̉̚̚a̷̡̨̨̨͈͓̰̺͓͖̞̻̦̦̍͗̔̀̀̎̍̇̈̄͘͜i̶̧̪̳͚̮̬̫̪̱̬̣̣͉̣̘̋̚ͅd̴̛͎̩̈́̅̇́͛̈̊̿̃̊͠ | I I I I

I I I I
I | I I
I I I -
I \ =

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I I, ha ha, who goes there?
Tell me a joke I haven't heard before
Funnier way of saying it?
Tell me something I didn't know
I identify as an attack helicopter
Permanent Vacation, track five
I guess I'm in the 48%
That reminds me of someone not alive

Ha-ha, what's that?
I haven't heard that one before
All these jokes left me lifeless
Spazzing out on the floor
Old souls kept me as their clown
My father is the funniest at telling a joke
The mechanic couldn't see that his tranny was broke
I laughed so hard, but no one else heard a sound
This is so funny, the tears came back around
But maybe keep the best ones until I'm stuffed in the ground

All that i hear is the slurring
Funny, the drinks were on me
I can see my sights blurring
But there's nothing I'd want to see
Ha-ha
They're so brave
Ha-ha, ha-ha
That's a great one

(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ, who's there? Oh, it's a boat
Right, cause the dip killed him, that's such a fun joke
Those tears that are rising might make me choke
In my prime, I was one of the funniest bits
Me being shamed make the crowd's sides split
The punchline was by Carrey, that show was a hit
When I was at the bar, it wasn't for drinks
They wanted to make your people go extinct
It's funny how my power vanished in a blink

All that I hear is the slurring
Funny, the drinks were on me
I can see my sights blurring
But there's nothing I'd want to see
Ha-ha
They're so brave
Ha-ha, ha-ha
That's a great one

ᴷⁿᵒᶜᵏ ᵏⁿᵒᶜᵏ, ʷʰᵒ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉˀ ᵂʰᵒ ᵇᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃ ʷᵃˡˡˀ
ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ, ᶦᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒʳᵈᵉʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᶦˢ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃˡˡ
ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃᵐˢ, ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃˡˡ
ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵍᶦʳˡᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈ'ˢ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᴿᵒᵍᵉʳ ᵂᵃᵗᵉʳˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵘᶦˡᵗ ᵃ ʷᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵒᵒᵈ
ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ
ᴳᵒᵈ, ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢᵃʸ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ
ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ
ᴳᵒᵈ, ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵈˀ

All I can feel is their laughing
"Thank god, another dead tranny"
I try hard just to mask it
But God, they're just so funny
HA HA
"THEY'RE SO BRAVE"!!
HA HA HA HAAA
that's a grave…

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Please don't cry
I'm not up in the sky
I'm right by your side
I'm right by your side
Please don't cry
Just look right beside
There's nowhere I could hide
I'm not up in the shy
I'm right here, darling
not up in the sky
I'm right by your side
I'm right by your side

Please don't cry [J̴u̸s̵t̵ ̸l̷o̸o̴k̵ ̴r̶i̴g̸h̷t̷ ̴b̷e̵s̴i̶d̴e̵]
I'm not up in the sky [T̴h̸e̵r̵e̵'̶s̴ ̵n̶o̵w̵h̵e̵r̴e̶ ̸I̴ ̷c̷o̸u̸l̴d̵ ̵h̶i̵d̸e̶]
I'm right by your side [N̸o̷t̸ ̸u̴p̶ ̷i̵n̴ ̵t̶h̶e̸ ̷s̶k̶y̸]
I'm right by your side [I̶̖͌'̴̡͌m̴͇̎ ̶̻́r̴̮̃i̸̲̍g̵̹͝h̸͚̎ẗ̴̪́ ̴̧͠h̵̼̒e̸̟̍r̶͙̉é̵̻,̷̻͝ ̷̩͂d̷͍̂ȁ̷̮ŗ̶̌l̶̛̪i̸̖͒n̴̛̝g̸̥̈́]
Nᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ
ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜʳʸ

life is a donut
Snake with it's tail in its gut
I know your vision has a lot of clouds
you head dips in large crowds
I hear when you're thinking out loud
I hope you that I'm proud
I'm so proud, but I care about your health
So please don't c-…
I could never stop you, could i?
As hard as I did try
As far away as you were
I guess time and blood were a blur?
A blur turns abstract in the ebony abyss
Fade into static when your consciousness drifts
You swear it colder when I shoulder all the blame
I can feel the shame when they bring up my name
Kept in closed casket, called it a bread basket
Told God I was a good man, my spirit had another plan
I see the two of you and cry, I feel nothing in my eyes
But the tears come around when I see you spiraling down
You think up of words you think I would say
I'm fine if you do anything if it makes me go away
Pretty spirit stays consistent in the dead of the night
When I see your spirit start to disappear, please don't die…

Please don't cry
I'm not up in the sky
I'm right by your side
I'm right by your side
Please don't cry
Just look right beside
There's nowhere I could hide
I'm not up in the shy
I'm right here, darling
not up in the sky
I'm right by your side

Life is a snake with a tail in it's guts
Dust broke a needle, I made you a rut
The rut that your stuck in, it's cause of me
I don't want you die cause of grief
Your love's stronger that your belief
That I'll greet you
On the other side [̶j̶u̶s̷t̴ ̶l̸o̴o̵k̶ ̵r̴i̴g̴h̸t̸ ̶b̶e̷s̷i̸d̸e̸]̶
On the other side [̷̮̿e̶̩͝d̴̯͆i̴͛ͅs̷͉͑ ̶̯͑r̶̙̿ȅ̷̺h̵͓͊t̷̻̓o̷̯͂ ̶͖̕ë̶͈́h̴̤̓t̴̠̚ ̷̡̇ṅ̷̳o̷̻͆]
On the other side̶̟̜͐͗d̶̜̊͠i̴̧̯̟̱͋͗s̵̗̪͕̯̈̽͆̚ ̵͎̓̊̿̉r̸̺̳͇͋ȩ̸͍̼̬̐͜h̶͉̙̙̲̻͊̒͆̋̕t̷̫̎̉̂̐̊o̵͕̒̀ ̵͙͒̈́e̴͍̟͊́h̴̦̘͉̀̿t̷̢̨̳̟̜̾͒̒̈͋ ̷̝̮̞̆̃̈̅ǹ̵͇̙͈̜̀͠ŏ̶͉̎̉́̉]
On the other sie̷̪͈̩̎͝ͅd̵̨͝ǐ̶̪̰̓̆̏́͆ś̶̛̰͉̠͊͛̆̈́̎͜ ̸͕̊̇͠r̷̞͈̦̫̐͗e̴̛͖̤̝͋̓̈́̓h̷̦̟͍͑͑̽͠͝t̶̡̫̹̱̮̍̽͘͝o̸̫̎͘͝ ̶̺̥̦͈̘͓̉̂̍͒͑͜͝ë̸͈̪̤͈͒͂̅́̃͗͜h̸̨͚̳͓̖̻̮̐͋̉́͌̾̕t̵͖̠͇͎̓̄͋͠ ̵̗̱͗̃̅n̶̨̻̠̕o̴̬͙̹̱̬͂̒̈́͘]
On the other e̷̥͖̠̍͑͛̽̈́́͘͜d̸̳̫̪͉͎̟̙͔̼̜̚͠i̸̦͚͛̊́̆s̸͍̩̗͚̯̙̈̆̄̔̓̀̀̄̅͝ ̵͕͖̲̟̽̇̓͒̕͘͝͠r̵̨̛̗̯͍̂͒̒̒̿͐̎̓̚e̶̢̙͚̹̠̎̆̊̽̄̈́͐̀͝h̴͔͖̠̉͐̈́́̕t̶̺͇̮̺̞̬̩̂̇̍o̵̧͓̖̹̲͇̬̜̟̹͓͂̏͐͆̃ ̶̡̨̧̝͎̭̟̰͌̀̄͋͜͠͝e̵̦͚̤̬͋̓̄̓͆̐͠h̴̨̢͇̫̙̖͈̤͚̎̆̋̎̒́t̴̞̖̦̟̱̓̓̋ ̷̪̺̮̖̳͓̓̈̑̇͠ǹ̴̡̧̞͕͕̼̬̤̈̆͑͊̓õ̴̬͎̓͒̀͝]

[I can't stand to see you cry]

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feet feel the floor
Float without a step
Then I see you peek
Covered in hair

It's your stare, its that call, felt so bare, and it all
Overwhelmed me with stimuli, wish I could die
It's that stare into nothing, yet something is there
And that someone was one who you and us cared
And I saw
Your pretty eyes
For the third time
For the fourth time [right]

Same carpet I would walk through, used to walk school' circumference
It felt so far away, I was memorizing the curriculum
Long walks feel short here, without you, I'd disappear
Hallway high at the right age, doesn't feel far away
now- same carpet that you walk through
It feels so nice to be there you, walk through the halls [right, you can't walk through walls]

I remember when we met here, pretty girls I met would disappear
You seemed so sweet that day, I wish I had another day
With you, out the blue, felt our time was too good to be true
Tried to call, had no phone, and my mother would soothe
Me to sleep with no friend, knew this isolation would end
Who knew It'd end with my life? Walk through me, I tried…
Trying to get my feelings though, if you knew, you'd be paralyzed
Same door we'd explore with time to do more
Those days feel so far away…

Same carpet I would walk through, used to walk school' circumference
It felt so far away, I was memorizing the curriculum
Long walks feel short here, without you, I'd disappear
Hallway high at the right age, doesn't feel so far away
now- same carpet that you walk through
It feels so nice to be there with you, walk through the halls [right, you can't walk through walls, heh heh]

See me, my beauty
I wanna know another one sees me
Ethereal, yet Eldredge
Stared into my soul

It's your stare, its that call, felt so bare, and it all
Overwhelmed me with stimuli, wish I could die
It's that stare into nothing, yet something is there
And that someone was one who you and us cared
And I saw
Your trunk
Bumper stickers aren't neat
I'll dip, I'm deceased

It's your stare, its that call, felt so bare, and it all
(Follow the wind)
Overwhelmed me with stimuli, wish I could die
(Follow it closely)
It's that stare into nothing, yet something is there
And that someone was one who you and us cared
And I saw
Her glow
Still blue and pure
But not like before

I̵ ̴t̴h̶o̵u̷g̷h̸t̷ ̵I̵'̶d̶ ̸b̴e̴ ̶g̶o̶n̵e̸ ̸b̴y̴ ̶n̷o̵w̶
̴I̸ ̶t̵h̴o̴u̴g̵h̷t̷ ̷e̶v̴e̸r̷y̷t̷h̸i̸n̸g̵ ̶w̶o̷u̷l̶d̴ ̷c̸u̷t̵ ̵t̷o̵ ̸b̴l̶a̸c̵k̶
̴L̸i̶k̵e̸ ̶"̷t̴h̴e̵ ̶s̶h̸o̶w̴ ̷i̵s̴ ̵o̴v̴e̸r̸,̴ ̶n̶o̸ ̸m̵o̸r̸e̶ ̸n̴e̴e̶d̴ ̶f̵o̶r̷ ̴a̶ ̶c̷a̸b̷l̴e̶ ̷s̶u̶s̴p̶e̴n̶-̶ ̵s̷u̵b̸s̵c̵r̷i̷p̴t̷i̵o̷n̶"̵,̷ ̶y̵o̶u̵ ̶k̵n̶o̷w̴?
̶S̵h̵o̵u̵l̸d̸'̶v̴e̶ ̸k̷n̸o̴w̶n̸ ̴d̶y̸i̷n̵g̵ ̸o̴n̴l̵y̷ ̷m̵a̷k̵e̵s̷ ̷y̶o̸u̵ ̶m̴o̴r̵e̴ ̴t̶e̸l̵e̴v̵i̵s̶e̵d̴

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It didn't feel like just yesterday
I know your goddamn lying
It didn't feel like just yesterday
I know your goddamn lying
It didn't feel like just yesterday
It didn't feel like anything
I laughed while you cried that day
I know your goddamn lying to you

S̶̠͂h̸̥͐o̶̗͠ȗ̶ͅl̸̩͆d̴͈̈́’̷̢̈́v̴̘̒e̸͈̅ ̶͉͐s̷̪͂t̵̯̍à̶͇y̵͎͝e̶̜͂d̵̺̆,̷̬̌ ̶̛͎w̴̼̄e̸̡̛r̷̤͝e̸͇̎ ̷̬͝ṭ̵̀h̴̢͝e̶͕̒r̴͆͜e̷̛̲ ̵͖͊s̵̟̅i̸̲̓g̶͇̕n̷̛ͅs̴̩̓ ̷͇̽I̸͓̋ ̷̬͌i̷͉͑g̶̺̅ṋ̴́ȏ̵̦r̶̘̚e̷͚̅d̸̺̋?̴̮͆
̸̣̿C̸̗͛a̸͍͗n̵͚͑ ̷̼͐I̵̖̔ ̸̢͊h̷̨̀ẽ̵͉l̸̙͊p̸̩̚ ̸̛̜y̵̞͆ô̵̫u̴̖̕ ̸͙͊n̸͎̂o̶̬͌t̴͙̓ ̵͇̇ṱ̶͑o̶̧͌ ̶̣̕h̸͖́u̵͔͝ṙ̶͔t̷̙̆ ̸̝͘a̴̤̍ṅ̸̺y̵͉̔m̵͈͝o̵̓͜r̷̡͝ę̶̈́?̸̯͝ ̵̵̵̵̮̮̮̮̐̐̐̐to you
̴̲͑S̷̙̏ḫ̵̋ö̷͔ǔ̴͈l̵̜͆d̴̞͂’̵̞͛v̴͚͋è̵̥ ̸̗̈ś̸͚t̴̺̆a̷̫̓y̸̖̐ë̵̠́d̶̫̂,̴̘̾ ̵̺̌w̶̯͋e̸̤͛r̴̖̈́e̶̖͋ ̷̤̚t̷̨̛h̵̟̆e̵̩̋r̷͖̿e̵̠͐ ̷̭͗ṡ̸͚i̸̫̾ğ̶ͅn̴̡̂s̵̱͌ ̶̧͛I̸̢̾ ̶̧̀i̸̱͋g̷̲̈́n̴̠̈ǫ̸̌r̴̛̘e̵̗̾d̸͕̿?̴̪̀ to you
̶̗́C̵̝͐a̴̜͝ṅ̴ͅ ̸̡̒Ỉ̴̮ ̸̯̓h̷̦̿é̷̳l̴̫͊p̷͓̋ ̶̺̏ȳ̷̗o̴͖͠ụ̷͑ ̸̳͛n̶̲̆ô̵̰ṫ̵̙ ̶͉͋t̶̼̀ŏ̷̻ ̵͙̓h̶͉̐u̸̡̿r̵̥͛t̴̖̊ ̶͈̑ḁ̸͠n̴͍̊ỷ̶͍m̶̧̌o̷̹̒r̶̟͝ē̵̗?̶̣̆ ̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷̷͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓͓̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽̽to you
̷̼̑S̸̛h̷̘͛ȏ̸̤u̵̻̽l̵͔̈́d̸̨̄’̸͖̀v̸̨͌e̶̩̍ ̶̙̿s̵̞̾t̷̊ͅá̷̞y̷̳͐e̸̟̒d̴̛̖,̶͔̉ ̶̻̌ẃ̸̺e̵̪͒r̵̥̈́e̵̦͐ ̵̨͒t̸̗̾h̵̠̍e̸͈̋r̶̬̋ë̸̳́ ̸̺͌s̶͍̊i̴̿͜g̸̜͘ṋ̶̈s̵̱̑ ̸̥́Ȉ̴̫ ̴̲́i̴̙͠g̵̟͆n̷͈͝o̸̡͋r̶̘̓e̶͕͝d̶̛̹?̶̞̀
̴̦̓C̸̺̒a̷̠͂n̵̗̍ ̷̹͂I̸̜͘ ̵͓̚h̵̤̐e̵̠͘l̸̡͝p̷͚̆ ̶̛̦y̸̒͜o̵̹͛u̸̳̽ ̸̪͛n̴̰̈́õ̵̟t̴̬̄ ̷̜͂t̴͓̅o̶̒͜ ̴͖͋ḫ̵̇u̷̙̽r̴̙͛t̸̥̃ ̴̻͊ȧ̵̘n̵̼̾y̵̡͋m̴̦͠o̵̟̔ṙ̸̞ḛ̴̽?̷̷̧̧͒͒ to you
̸̹̃S̴̻̅h̷̪͛o̵͔͊ǘ̴͙l̵̲͋d̶̦̏’̶͉͗v̵̭͘ḛ̷̀ ̸̲͆s̷̳͝ṱ̵͒ä̷̳́y̸͉̿e̸̜̔d̵͎͋,̷̹̅ ̵̖͆w̷̘͝e̷͔͂r̸͚͘ë̶͕́ ̷͉͒t̴͕̊h̷͎̔ē̷̫r̶̛͙é̶͍ ̷̘̽s̵̙̓i̶̼͠g̸͍̒ṋ̷̛s̷̠̓ ̶̟̚I̶͚̚ ̷̝̓ĩ̸͜g̶͙̏n̵̮̐o̴͆͜ŗ̶̂e̷̱͊d̸̳͋?̷̢̒
̸̦̃C̷̙͠ă̶̞n̴̯̈́ ̶̢͒I̵̱̒ ̸̮͂h̷͕̀ė̶̹l̷̲͑p̶͇̆ ̸̼̅y̸̥͒ŏ̵̮u̴͚̒ ̷̣̌ǹ̸͖o̸̹͐t̸̹͘ ̴̻́t̵̹͘o̸̢͂ ̶̻̀h̷͈̃u̴̲͝ŗ̶́t̷̃͜ ̴͚́ȧ̶͚n̷͓̎y̴͓̐m̸̲̽o̸̜͆r̸̰̊ȇ̵͙?̸̳͝ ̷̩͋
̸̨̇
[̷I̶t̵ ̷d̸i̴d̸n̵'̵t̷ ̶f̶e̸e̸l̴ ̷l̷i̶k̷e̴ ̶j̸u̵s̶t̵ ̷y̸e̸s̸t̷e̶r̸d̷a̶y̶]̷
You thought I would've wanted you here
I thought my intentions were quite clear
[̵I̶t̸ ̶d̸i̸d̵n̵'̶t̶ ̶f̸e̶e̶l̴ ̸l̷i̵k̵e̸ ̵a̸n̴y̵t̵h̶i̵n̵g̸]̸
i just wanted to disappear
I wanted the pain to go away
[̶i̵ ̸c̸r̴i̸e̷d̵ ̸w̶h̷e̶n̸ ̴y̴o̵u̵ ̷f̴r̶o̴z̶e̵ ̷t̷h̶a̷t̵ ̸d̷a̷y̴]̷
Didn't think you'd show up that day
Didn't think that's what you'd have to say
̵[̸I̷ ̴k̴n̷o̴w̶ ̴y̷o̷u̴r̵ ̶g̶o̷d̸d̷a̸m̴n̶ ̸l̸y̸i̵n̸g̶ ̸t̴o̷ ̸y̸o̵u̷]̸
I broke my bond, tried to go beyond
I couldn't hear how you'd respond

And now I hear
I hear all your thoughts, I hear your breath, hear your cough
[̸W̴h̷e̵r̸e̷ ̶a̷m̴ ̴i̷?̶]̷
heard the words you forgot, exchanged words that you brought
Same words you would mock
̴[̶W̵i̴t̴h̵ ̷m̶e̴.̶.̷.̵]̷
Broke down in the shower, tried to give the power to survive all hours
I'm trying to unsee how you were without me, and it feels like undoubtedly
Your worse off, not better, thought it was us together, thought you'd read that letter

It didn't feel like just yesterday
I know your goddamn lying
It didn't feel like just yesterday
I know your goddamn lying
It didn't feel like just yesterday
It didn't feel like anything
I laughed while you cried that day
I know your goddamn lying
It didn't feel like just yesterday
It didn't feel like anything
I laughed while you cried that day
I know your goddamn lying

It just so windy, I turn to mist
It feels so shallow, this deep abyss
Knots of nooses feel sorta looseish
You don't need a confucius to hear what I'd say
I know those years felt just like yesterday
But that death doesn't make those moments fade away

S̶̠͂h̸̥͐o̶̗͠ȗ̶ͅl̸̩͆d̴͈̈́’̷̢̈́v̴̘̒e̸͈̅ ̶͉͐s̷̪͂t̵̯̍à̶͇y̵͎͝e̶̜͂d̵̺̆,̷̬̌ ̶̛͎w̴̼̄e̸̡̛r̷̤͝e̸͇̎ ̷̬͝ṭ̵̀h̴̢͝e̶͕̒r̴͆͜e̷̛̲ ̵͖͊s̵̟̅i̸̲̓g̶͇̕n̷̛ͅs̴̩̓ ̷͇̽I̸͓̋ ̷̬͌i̷͉͑g̶̺̅ṋ̴́ȏ̵̦r̶̘̚e̷͚̅d̸̺̋?̴̮͆
Those things I heard, I wish I heard out loud, I wish..
All those things I heard
Mist filters from that cloud
I had just a hint of doubt
Don't let that doubt become me
That wasn't what that hint was about
Don't twist it just to set me free
Don't waste your day on a debt repaid
That's what I'd say right now
Don't let that day plan stay delayed
I know you really need to get out
And it's those things I heard
You'd never say out loud
Every little thing
Just know I'm always proud

I̵̶̸t̷̷̷ ̶̸̴d̸̵̶i̸̶̷d̴̴̶n̸̵̸'̷̷̴t̴̵̷ ̸̵̶f̸̵̵e̷̴̸e̵̸̵l̴̸̷ ̸̸̴l̵̶̵i̸̵̵k̸̷̵e̵̷̶ ̶̴̵j̴̸̶u̸̷̷s̵̸̷t̵̸̷ ̶̴̷y̸̸̸e̷̵̴s̶̶̶t̸̴̸e̸̷̷r̸̶̵d̵̵̶a̴̸̶y̸̷̴
̴̸̴I̵̴̴ ̵̸̴k̸̶̸n̵̵̵o̶̴̵w̷̷̷ ̵̵̵y̴̵̵o̷̶̴u̶̵̶r̷̸̵ ̸̴̵g̶̵̷o̷̶̵d̵̴̴d̵̵̵a̵̸̷m̸̵̶n̶̷̴ ̴̵̶l̷̵̷y̶̷̵i̶̶̶n̸̴̶g̶̸̸
̷̵̴I̶̴̷t̸̵̸ ̷̶̷d̵̵̵i̸̵̴d̴̶̷n̴̶̸'̵̷̷t̸̷̷ ̵̶̷f̴̷̵e̶̸̷e̶̵̶l̸̷̶ ̵̸̸l̴̸̸i̴̷̶k̵̶̶e̸̶̶ ̷̸̷j̴̷̸u̷̵̷s̶̴̴t̵̷̶ ̸̴̴y̶̶̷e̵̶̵s̶̸̴t̴̴̵e̷̷̷r̵̴̸d̷̸̵a̴̶̴y̴̸̴
̵̴̵̷̷͉͒S̷̷̸̴̴̗̃h̵̷̷̵̴̻͆ó̴̶̷̷̵ͅu̵̷̴̸̶͖͝ļ̶̸̶̵̵̂d̴̴̷̸̴͔̕’̴̷̷̴̷̝̀v̶̸̷̸̷̠͋ẽ̶̶̷̶̶̪ ̶̸̶̸̷̡͌ ̵̸̷̴̶̡͌ṡ̷̸̷̸̷̥t̸̷̵̶̸͈͘ả̶̶̵̶̷̗y̶̵̴̵̴̨̒e̴̵̸̵̷͓͝d̵̷̴̴̴̗̚,̵̷̸̶̵̮̀ ̸̸̸̴̵̦͂ẉ̵̸̷̴̵̓e̵̸̸̸̵̡̔r̸̵̶̷̵͇͑ȇ̸̸̵̶̴͉ ̵̸̵̵̸̖̀t̴̴̴̴̴̞̋h̴̶̸̴̴̡̛e̵̴̸̴̴̤͒r̷̷̶̶̵̭̃e̵̴̶̷̶̬̐ ̶̶̶̷̵͕̽ś̵̷̵̵̸̟i̴̵̵̵̴̖͠g̵̵̵̸̶͉̕n̵̵̸̷̷̘͗ṩ̸̵̵̴̴ ̷̵̸̶̸͙͝I̴̶̷̶̶̫͗ ̴̶̴̷̷̼̃i̸̶̶̴̶͕̔g̴̶̶̸̶͖̒ṅ̴̴̷̶̵̩o̸̷̵̴̸̮͠r̴̴̶̴̷̙͑è̴̸̶̵̷ͅd̷̸̸̴̸͇̀?̴̴̵̷͘
̸̵̷I̷̶̴ ̸̵̷k̵̶̶n̷̴̸o̵̴̸w̸̴̴ ̶̷̶y̴̴̵o̴̶̸u̷̷̸r̴̵̵ ̵̸̴g̴̸̶o̵̵̶d̵̷̷d̸̸̸a̴̸̸m̷̴̷n̷̷̷ ̷̶̷l̴̶̸y̵̶̴i̸̷̷n̴̷̵g̵̷̷
̶̶̵̴̶̼̃i̴̶̶̵̴͕̔g̸̶̴̸̷͖̒ṅ̶̴̵̶̵̩o̸̷̶̴̴̮͠r̶̴̶̵̸̙͑è̷̸̷̴̸ͅd̷̸̴̵̴͇̀,̸̸̷ ̶̶̷̴̵̼̃i̵̶̸̷̵͕̔g̵̶̷̴̸͖̒ṅ̸̴̶̶̵̩o̶̷̶̷̷̮͠r̷̴̸̶̴̙͑è̵̸̵̸̶ͅd̷̸̵̶̴͇̀,̶̵̸ ̶̶̸̷̴̼̃i̷̶̴̴̵͕̔g̵̶̶̴̸͖̒ṅ̶̴̸̶̵̩o̶̷̶̵̶̮͠r̶̴̴̸̸̙͑è̷̸̶̸̸ͅd̶̸̶̶̶͇̀
̸̸̴I̸̴̷t̸̷̷ ̷̵̷d̸̴̵i̸̵̴d̸̶̵n̵̸̷'̸̸̵t̷̸̶ ̴̶̴f̶̴̵e̶̶̵e̴̷̴l̶̶̵ ̵̶̶l̶̵̶i̵̴̴k̵̸̶e̴̵̶ ̵̴̷j̶̸̵u̴̷̵s̸̵̷t̴̶̵ ̵̶̵y̴̷̵e̶̸̶s̴̵̵t̸̷̵e̶̶̴r̴̷̷d̵̵̴a̶̵̴y̶̵̴
̴̴̵̶̵͉͒S̵̷̴̵̶̗̃h̶̷̵̸̵̻͆ó̷̶̴̷̸ͅu̶̷̸̶̶͖͝ļ̶̸̷̷̶̂d̴̴̷̸̴͔̕’̴̷̸̸̷̝̀v̴̸̵̷̸̠͋ẽ̶̶̸̸̷̪ ̶̸̶̴̴̡͌ ̷̸̵̸̵̡͌ṡ̷̸̴̵̶̥t̵̷̷̷̸͈͘ả̴̶̶̵̶̗y̴̵̶̷̶̨̒e̸̵̴̷̷͓͝d̵̷̷̷̴̗̚,̶̷̵̶̷̮̀ ̵̸̷̷̸̦͂ẉ̷̸̸̴̵̓e̸̸̶̶̶̡̔r̵̵̴̵̵͇͑ȇ̶̸̷̶̵͉ ̶̸̶̴̸̖̀t̶̴̷̷̶̞̋h̴̶̵̸̸̡̛e̴̴̴̵̷̤͒r̴̷̸̶̸̭̃e̷̴̴̸̴̬̐ ̵̶̶̷̴͕̽ś̶̷̵̶̷̟i̶̵̵̴̸̖͠g̵̵̸̴̷͉̕n̴̵̵̶̵̘͗ṩ̸̵̷̷̸ ̵̵̸̷̵͙͝I̷̶̶̸̶̫͗ ̴̶̶̵̵̼̃i̸̶̷̶̴͕̔g̴̶̷̴̵͖̒ṅ̴̴̸̴̷̩o̵̷̵̸̵̮͠r̶̴̶̵̴̙͑è̵̸̷̸̵ͅd̷̸̶̴̷͇̀?̷̴̷̴̷͓͘
̸̷̷̵̶̯̃C̶̵̴̷̶̢̄ā̸̸̶̶̵̮n̸̵̵̴̸̠̚ ̶̴̵̵̵̱̃I̸̷̴̸̷̛̮ ̵̴̸̴̷̐͜h̶̴̶̵̸̦͌e̷̸̷̵̷̝̕l̵̸̵̸̶̡̚p̴̴̵̸̴̣̃ ̵̵̵̶̴͕́y̸̴̴̴̶̮̏o̵̷̸̴̷̞͘u̷̶̵̶̶͖̐ ̸̶̶̵̸͎̈́ṇ̶̸̷̷̵͠o̴̶̷̸̷͎̓ṭ̶̸̵̴̶̓ ̸̶̷̷̵̢̔t̶̷̸̷̵̥͒o̵̵̵̶̴̪͌ ̸̴̴̸̷̖͠h̴̶̸̴̵͕͘u̵̴̵̴̶̞̿ŗ̵̵̸̶̸͝t̷̷̴̴̸̻͝ ̶̷̴̴̸̟́a̵̴̸̴̵̠͋n̴̶̷̶̴̖̅ý̵̴̴̶̵̰m̷̶̶̷̸̞̕ȯ̷̴̶̷̷̮ṙ̶̷̵̴̶̥ȅ̶̴̸̷̵͔?̶̸̴̸̵͎̋
̵̴̶I̴̴̵t̵̶̶ ̷̸̶d̴̸̶i̴̷̷d̶̶̵n̶̷̷'̷̷̷t̵̶̷ ̶̸̴f̸̷̸e̶̵̷e̶̶̴l̷̷̷ ̴̶̶l̶̶̸i̶̷̴k̵̸̵e̷̴̸ ̸̴̴a̶̷̵n̸̵̵y̷̶̶t̶̸̷h̸̵̶i̵̷̷n̵̵̵g̶̷̴
̵̶̷̸̶͝ͅI̴̸̴̵̸̝̚n̷̸̴̸̶̦̔ ̸̵̸̷̶̭̾ṯ̴̶̵̵̶̈́h̵̴̸̵̶̬̓e̴̴̷̶̷͕̿ ̴̷̷̴̵͓̐ş̵̵̸̶̴̎k̶̶̶̸̷͎̎y̴̵̷̴̵̰͆ ̸̷̷̸̵͎̚o̶̸̸̵̸̞̕ḟ̸̸̶̷̷̥ ̴̸̴̷̷͓̏ȃ̵̷̵̴̸̜ ̸̶̶̶̸̺̾m̴̷̸̴̵̘̓ȉ̴̸̷̸̸̦l̸̸̸̷̴̢̓l̵̴̴̴̷̻̃i̶̸̵̸̸̇ͅö̸̵̵̸̵̫́n̸̶̵̶̴̟̿ ̶̷̷̷̸̻̓s̶̵̶̷̶̨̋t̵̸̷̶̷̻̏a̵̷̴̴̶̮̓r̴̶̵̸̸̛̳s̶̵̴̴̸̼̈ ̴̵̸̷̵̬̅s̴̵̷̸̸̨͠ẗ̵̶̸̸̶̰́a̴̵̵̵̵̛̲r̶̶̶̵̴̩̀ş̷̸̶̶̷̒ ̷̸̴̴̶̹͐s̸̷̸̷̷̕ͅt̴̴̶̷̷̙̔ä̸̵̸̸̴̞́r̶̵̸̵̶̻̀s̵̸̷̷̶͉͋
̵̸̷I̴̴̸ ̷̵̵l̴̶̷a̵̵̴u̷̸̵g̸̷̶h̵̴̸e̵̷̶d̸̶̷ ̴̴̸w̸̵̴h̷̴̷i̸̵̴l̷̵̶e̴̷̴ ̵̷̴y̸̶̶o̶̶̷u̵̵̷ ̷̴̸c̴̸̸r̵̵̴i̷̵̶e̶̴̸d̵̸̴ ̸̴̵t̷̵̷h̸̸̷a̶̴̷t̷̴̶ ̷̷̷d̸̶̷a̷̴̵y̴̷̵
̴̷̶̵̷̻̓s̸̵̴̷̵̨̋t̷̸̶̷̷̻̏a̵̷̴̴̷̮̓r̷̶̶̶̵̛̳s̵̵̵̸̷̼̈ ̴̵̷̴̷̬̅s̴̵̷̶̴̨͠ẗ̶̶̵̵̶̰́a̷̵̸̷̵̛̲r̴̶̷̷̴̩̀ş̴̸̵̷̸̒ ̷̸̵̸̸̹͐s̸̷̶̸̴̕ͅt̷̴̶̸̵̙̔ä̴̵̸̵̶̞́r̵̵̵̷̵̻̀s̶̸̷̴̵͉͋
̴̴̶I̴̷̷ ̵̴̴k̵̶̵n̵̷̵o̸̶̴w̶̵̷ ̵̵̸y̷̷̶o̵̸̶u̷̸̷r̴̴̸ ̵̷̷g̸̷̵o̶̵̵d̷̵̴d̷̶̸a̴̷̷m̴̶̵n̸̷̵ ̶̶̵l̷̵̶y̷̶̵i̵̶̷n̴̸̸g̷̵̴
̴S̷̷̵̴̶̳̎h̶̴̸̸̴̴̸̨͔͚̒ệ̸̷̸̷̸̸̢ ̸n̶̶̸̴̴̴̵̢̳̫͝ö̸̴̵̵̵̴̸͉̾̃ ̴̶̸̵̴̶̶̷̶̨̱̗̃̂̎l̸̴̸̷̸̶̛͎͉o̵̷̷̷̶̴̵͕̫̊̋n̵̶̴̷̵̵̸͙͆̐̓g̶̷̷̶̴̷̶̴̘͙̫̅̄è̴̸̷̶̸̷̵̴̴̮̼̻́͐r̵̷̷̵̵̷̶͈͗͗̊ ̵̸̸̸̵̴̸̵̸̥̩͔̐́̃n̴̵̷̵̶̶̶̷̡̥̼̽̓e̷̷̷̷̸̷̡̛͆e̴̶̸̶̵̷̵͖̙̭̾d̴̴̷̴̷̵̴̴͉͖̏̕͝s̶̶̷̷̷̴̷̶͖̯͊̈́̕ ̸̶̸̸̷̱̌y̶̵̶̴̶̶̷̳̙̓̌o̴̸̷̸̷̴̸̴̢̪̦͐̏u̴̶̷̸̶̴̠̅͠,̴̵̵̷̴̶̸̢̹̈͛ ̶̷̶̶̵̴̴̵̹̩͎̊̾y̶̸̷̷̵̸̷͔͇̣̍o̵̴̷̶̸̵͎͌̄ų̵̴̴̷̶̴̴̴̛̮̍̄,̵̷̶̵̵̸̷̡̳̳̀ ̵̴̷̵̷̴̴̴̷̡̮̲̀̇̽y̵̵̸̸̶̸̸̱̹͛̂o̸̶̵̸̷̴̫̔̓ṷ̵̴̵̵̴̷̷͚̘̂

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The lights start the dim

The night isn't over

I'm that star that's still shining

Over your horizon

But your light is dimming…

D̴̫͙͘i̸̫͙̅̚ḑ̷̞̆ ̷̲͊I̸̺̎͐ ̶̖̍͜s̴̗͗c̷̘̟̓ȁ̴̺͗r̶̡͕̉ë̷͕́͝ ̵̠̈́̍y̸̢͐͊o̴̙̰̓̔u̸͔͛̏?̷̖͋̉ ̵͓͑̈́

H̷a̵p̵p̸y̴ ̵d̵a̶y̴s̴,̴ ̷h̸a̸p̶p̸y̷ ̴d̶a̶y̶s̴

Ń̷͓ǫ̸̇ẁ̶̺ ̵͚̿y̵͙̓o̶̙͒ù̷̗'̵̭̾r̴̎ͅe̸̻͝ ̷͇̎s̵̄͜p̷͖͗ę̵͒a̶̻͊k̶̠̔i̶͇̊ň̷̰g̶̰̿ ̶̭͘ị̷̀n̴̑ͅ ̷͔̅Ḛ̸̒ď̷̻g̶͈̚ã̵̢r̸̠͑ ̸̝̄A̸͔͌l̷̯̇ľ̷̙a̸̻̾n̴̳͝ ̶̼̀P̴͓͋o̴͇͝ȩ̵͝

I ̷̼̋m̷̬͕̘̑̓͜ȋ̸͕̜̘́͊͊s̷̝̩̞̙̈́̈́͌ŝ̵͎̰͐͜ͅ ̴̡̭͉̺̍̏̿m̶̻̻̥̞̔̚ỳ̴̞͉̥̐͜ ̶̞͚̣̓̔͒̿h̴͔̟̤̅͂ǒ̴̬͜m̶̙͙̊͂̉͘ȩ̸̘͔̮̉ ̷̨͈̗̒t̶͙̟̊̑ô̵̲͚͒̕w̵͛͜n̶̙̔̈́̋́ͅ ̸̬̗͚̐̑͆̅͜f̸̢̘̄r̵̜̗̥̳̉̀̕

H̸̲̀́ë̷̟͉́̐y̴̢͕͋͝ ̸͚̤̀̐ḣ̶̩o̸̧͒p̷̩̌ĕ̴͍̘͂ ̴͍̥̎ÿ̷̦́̌ò̸͚̕u̵͉̞͊ ̷̙́́h̷̹̫̀ȃ̸̜̤̑v̸͈̉ē̴̠ ̴̧̲̈͝a̷͚͌̽ ̶̯͊g̶̪͌̚o̴̤͌͑o̸̟̱̕d̶͔̘̈͆ ̶̰͑d̴͙̜́ä̵͇̯́y̷̬͛ ̵̰̖̑́t̶̺̺̅̽o̵͉̦̅ḓ̶̊á̸ͅy̸̢̭̿̔ ̴̻̰̓a̶̧̻̋̑ń̵̖d̸͓͊̃ ̴̤͊̾f̴͖̜̒̐o̶͓͙̅ŕ̴͚̉e̸̞̺͠v̴̨̻͐ē̸͔̭r̵̦͚̿m̶̭͎̆̋o̸͖̦̓͌r̶̬̟̽̌ḙ̸̖͆

S̷͓͂ő̴̥͉̩̊r̶͈̝̜͈̊r̶̨̅̒y̴͚̱̲̘͐ ̵̗͎̀̈́̿I̷͓͐̇͛̄ ̴͒͆͠ͅĥ̸̢a̵̖̯͛̐v̵̫̦̑͌e̸̲͈͊̚ñ̶͇̼̿͜'̵̧͇͈̀t̸̙̙̍̿͘ ̵̠̺̪̀r̸̞̲̾͑ė̸̖̾s̸͍̪̬̋̓p̶̫̞̈́͑̂̃o̴̞̠̖̟̓̔n̵̼̖͓̞̈́͛͋d̶̨͛̂̈͘ę̶̡̰͛͠͝ͅd̴̨̜̫̾̿̚ͅ ̴̩̔ṱ̷̰͂̈́ô̶̮̖̳̽͒͠ͅḑ̴͎̝̻͋͝a̴̧̧̛̱̿̇y̷̯͉͑̊̃̓ͅ.̵̙͑̒̓̀ ̵͉͎̆̌͠I̶̻̔t̸͇̗͓̽̇'̸̺̥̝̃͌̌͘s̶̝͂͗ ̴̡̭͇̈̑ḅ̵̤́e̶̹͎̘͆͌̈́͝ë̴̙̠͔ň̴͕̒̀̆ ̷̭̰̠̑b̷͔̰̼̺̀̍͂̅i̴̤̖͌̊͘͝t̸̯͖̎̐t̸̮̩͉̋͂̐͑é̸̦̹̻̟̂͝r̶̢̧̥̣̾͂̀̀s̶̤̳̘͎͗̆̚w̵̥̯̅͑̌̈́ͅé̴͕̜̖̱̀͌̓e̵̻̍̀̀͒t̴̪̀͠.̵̧͚̈́̓ ̸͚̎I̵̲̖͋́͌̃ ̸̢͖̼͛̈́w̸̺̺̌̓̋o̴̡̨͝n̴̢̩̜͍͌'̶̹͔͇̦̋̄̅̿t̶̨͚͕̀͌͜͠ ̶̹̈́̐͝g̶̨̙̝̍̑o̷̧͔̦̺͋ ̴̮̜͗i̴̛̞̽̈n̶̳͈͝t̸̢̤̋̋̈͠o̵̰͇̹͔͒̂͛̀ ̴͖͎̄͘ḋ̵͚e̷̩̾͑ṯ̴̘̩̯̿̚a̶̢̰͚̍͒̚i̴͇̖͕͎̾l̸̖̪̼͈̎̍͗͋s̷̮̲̦̿͗̔͗…̷̣̙͌̃

I̷t̵'̵s̸ ̶c̵o̸o̸l̶,̵ ̶a̴t̷ ̶l̸e̵a̵s̴t̴ ̶y̵o̸u̵ ̸d̸i̴d̵n̶'̷t̵ ̶v̵a̶n̵i̴s̴h̷

So I'll go

I have unfinished business
𓁀
The hands start to point
𓀂
Feeling is famished
𓀔
Problems not solved

𓀐

People not finished…

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Guess it's seems strange that your sight is running late
Funny that the hardest to do today is wake?
Strange how the guilt manifests in different states?
Funny how it seems like I cared about your state
It's funny that you thought you'd move on with your life
It's funny how rapists have cabinets filled with knifes
No no, I'm not someone you know
Funny that your sight's… still a little slow
It's still the same room, maybe it's just a little cold
Raise up the heat, go back to sleep
It was just a simple accident, the floor starts to creak
When you wake up, staff will note that it reeks
And you'll wish you apologized to someone still alive
Never had a chance to stop it when it happened to him
You'll wish you begged forgiveness for your sins
But now you think I'm just the wind

Break through skin
Blood runs thin
Death from sin
I'll swallow the wind

Breathe out that last thing you said
Seems like you've slept in that bed
Strange how it never filled you with dread
It would always end with nothing in your head
My friend's thoughts never seemed to cross your mind
You know where you go when you run into the road blind?
You lie on the floor, asphalt on your spine
And your guts gushed out, a tire had them grind
Out into the pavement, blood polls in your binds
This is your payment for an overdue fine
I've always wanted to hurt those hurt my dearest friends
And make hell seem like a game of pretend

Break through skin [what else am I supposed to do]
Blood runs thin [avenge my friend that you abused]
Death from sin [I couldn't have done a thing to help]
I'll swallow the wind [and I can't do nothing]

B̸r̸e̸a̸k̷ ̷t̷h̷e̴i̶r̶ ̵h̵e̷a̴d̸ ̵i̴n̶t̴o̴ ̶r̵e̸d̷ ̷g̵u̵s̶h̸,̵ ̶c̶o̸l̸d̸ ̷r̶u̶s̶h̸
̵N̴o̷ ̶s̸u̴c̴h̵ ̶l̶u̸c̷k̷ ̷f̸r̸o̴m̴ ̶t̷h̴e̷ ̸g̷r̵i̴m̸ ̶r̵e̸a̸p̴e̶r̸'̴s̸ ̵c̶o̵l̴d̴ ̸h̷a̵n̶d̵s̵
̶T̶h̸e̸ ̸c̸r̷e̴e̴p̶e̷r̶ ̶d̷e̸s̵e̴r̴v̴e̷d̷ ̸i̸t̶,̸ ̴h̸i̴s̷ ̶l̴i̸f̶e̸ ̵w̷a̴s̴ ̸w̵o̸r̵t̷h̵l̵e̷s̶s̵
̷A̶n̸d̶ ̸t̷h̸e̸ ̶C̴O̸2̸ ̷c̷a̵m̶e̴ ̵f̶r̶o̸m̶ ̶y̸o̶u̸ ̴k̷n̸o̵w̴ ̴w̸h̴o̴
̷F̴e̵l̵t̵ ̵l̸i̷k̶e̴ ̵t̴h̴e̶ ̸b̵e̶n̴d̶s̷,̴ ̶e̸n̴d̶e̴d̵ ̶l̵i̸k̸e̵ ̵a̷y̸n̷ ̴r̶a̸n̴d̵
̷A̵t̷l̴a̶s̶ ̴b̸r̴o̴k̵e̷ ̸d̵o̶w̸n̴,̷ ̵w̵o̸r̴l̶d̴ ̶f̶e̸l̴l̵ ̸f̵r̶o̶m̴ ̷h̵i̶s̶ ̵h̷a̵n̷d̵s̵
̶W̷a̷t̶c̴h̶ ̸i̵t̴ ̴f̴r̴e̶e̸ ̵f̷a̶l̵l̸,̶ ̶w̵a̴t̴c̶h̵ ̸h̴i̸m̶ ̵l̵o̶s̴e̷ ̶a̵l̶l̴ ̸h̶i̴s̶ ̸f̷r̶i̶e̸n̸d̶s̴
̸A̴n̵d̴ ̴h̸i̶s̵ ̷f̴r̶i̴e̴n̵d̵s̸ ̷a̴b̷u̵s̸e̸r̵s̵,̶ ̵h̶e̸'̸l̵l̴ ̵e̵n̸a̷c̷t̷ ̴r̴e̵v̷e̷n̶g̴e̶
̸A̷n̶d̸ ̶m̴a̶k̶e̵ ̴s̷u̵r̶e̸ ̴t̶h̷e̷i̵r̶ ̸l̵i̸v̶e̶s̷ ̸c̵o̷m̷e̷ ̶t̴o̶ ̸a̷n̶ ̸e̸n̶d̶
̵U̸s̷e̸ ̶m̵e̴ ̸t̷o̸ ̶d̸o̷ ̷i̴t̴!̶ ̴C̸r̷u̴s̷h̸ ̸a̷l̵l̷ ̶t̴h̸e̷i̷r̷ ̵e̵y̸e̵s̸
̸M̸a̸k̸e̸ ̶s̶u̷r̸e̴ ̶t̸h̴e̶i̸r̷ ̴b̵l̶o̷o̸d̵ ̴d̶r̵i̴p̸s̴ ̷t̸h̵r̷o̴u̴g̷h̶ ̵t̶h̴e̶i̸r̸ ̴c̴r̵i̶e̸s̶
̴M̷a̷k̵e̴ ̶t̴h̷e̸i̷r̶ ̴g̸u̶t̸s̵ ̵i̷n̸t̸o̷ ̵a̷ ̵n̵o̶o̴s̵e̴
̶A̸n̶d̷ ̵h̸a̴n̶g̴ ̷t̶h̸e̶m̷ ̵t̸h̷e̸r̸e̸ ̷u̶n̴t̶i̷l̵ ̵t̴h̶e̶y̸'̴r̶e̷ a̸l̴l̸ ̴l̶o̷o̸s̶e̵
̸V̸i̸o̶l̷e̴n̴c̴e̴ ̴m̴a̸k̶e̷s̸ ̷y̴o̸u̸ ̸f̵e̵e̴l̵ ̴a̵t̶ ̷p̷e̸a̵c̷e̵
̸Y̷o̷u̴ ̴c̵a̶n̷'̶t̷ ̴f̴e̷e̴l̵ ̷g̵o̷o̴d̷ ̵t̵i̷l̵ ̵t̴h̵e̴y̸'̴r̷e̷ ̴d̷e̷c̶e̴a̴s̷e̴d̷
̸G̶r̴e̶a̸t̸ ̷t̶h̴e̸i̷r̶ ̴G̵o̷d̶,̷ ̴l̶i̵k̵e̶ ̶a̴ ̸C̶a̵t̴h̴o̷l̵i̶c̵ ̵p̴r̸i̸e̸s̴t̷
̴c̶r̶u̴s̷h̶ ̷t̸h̸e̷i̵r̶ ̶l̸u̵n̷g̶s̶,̴ ̵r̸e̴l̷e̵a̷s̵e̵ ̵t̷h̷e̶ ̶b̶e̴a̸s̷t̶
̷T̶h̵e̴ ̸o̷n̵e̷ ̵i̵n̷s̵i̴d̷e̶,̸ ̷t̴h̵e̴ ̶o̶n̵e̸ ̶y̵o̴u̷ ̶h̴i̸d̴e̷
̸T̷h̸a̸t̵ ̵o̷n̵e̷ ̵y̴o̶u̷ ̶c̶l̶a̸i̷m̸ ̵y̶o̴u̸ ̴n̷e̷v̷e̴r̵ ̴w̸e̸r̶e̵?̷ ̸
̶T̵h̴e̷ ̵o̴n̴e̵ ̸w̵h̴o̸s̴e̸ ̴s̶i̸g̵h̷t̶ ̷i̷s̷ ̷j̴u̷s̷t̷ ̶a̸ ̵b̷l̵u̴r̴?̸ ̴
̴y̸o̸u̶ ̶c̷a̶n̷ ̴s̵h̶a̶v̷e̶ ̸o̸f̶f̵ ̶a̴l̸l̶ ̵t̵h̸a̶t̴ ̷f̵u̸r̷
̸B̷u̷t̷ ̵y̷o̸u̸'̴r̷e̸ ̸s̸t̷i̶l̶l̶ ̴a̸ ̵m̷o̴n̸s̵t̵e̴r̴ ̶i̶n̷s̷i̴d̶e̵ ̴t̶h̵a̴t̷ ̷"̸g̶i̶r̷l̸"̴
̶J̷u̷s̵t̶ ̶l̴i̴k̸e̶ ̴y̴o̸u̴r̵ ̷m̷o̶t̴h̷e̷r̶,̸ ̴y̶o̸u̵ ̵j̸u̷s̸t̵ ̷d̵e̷n̸y̶
̶J̵u̵s̷t̸ ̷a̷d̶m̵i̸t̴ ̴w̵h̴a̴t̵ ̴y̴o̷u̶ ̶a̵r̶e̴ ̶i̴n̶s̷i̵d̵e̶
̶J̴u̵s̶t̸ ̵l̵i̷k̷e̷ ̶y̶o̴u̶r̵ ̸f̴a̵t̵h̵e̷r̷,̷ ̴y̴o̵u̸'̶v̵e̴ ̵m̷a̸d̷e̵ ̶a̷ ̷p̴i̷t̷
̶A̷n̷d̴ ̸t̷h̵e̵ ̴a̸n̴g̵e̵r̵ ̷i̵n̷s̵i̸d̷e̴ ̷m̸a̶d̶e̷ ̶y̶o̷u̸ ̶s̵u̸b̷m̴i̷t̵
̸Y̸o̷u̸r̶ ̷j̷u̷s̷t̷ ̶a̵ ̷m̷a̸n̶,̸ ̶u̶n̶d̵e̵r̵ ̷i̶t̷ ̷a̶l̸l̵
̵Y̶o̸u̷r̴ ̶s̶h̷o̸r̸t̶-̷s̴i̶g̶h̶t̷e̷d̶n̴e̶s̶s̵ ̴m̶a̷d̶e̸ ̴t̸h̷e̵m̴ ̸f̵a̴l̸l̷
̵S̸u̴b̶m̸i̷t̴ ̸t̸o̵ ̶d̶e̵s̷p̷a̶i̷r̴,̸ ̸t̶h̵e̷r̷e̵'̴s̶ ̸n̸o̴t̶h̷i̵n̷g̵ ̴t̶h̶e̷r̷e̷
̶S̵u̵b̵m̴i̴t̸ ̵t̵o̵ ̸d̸e̶s̶p̵a̴i̷r̶,̵ ̷t̵h̶e̵r̴e̸'̵s̵ ̶n̸o̸ ̷m̵o̸r̵e̷ ̷a̴i̵r̵
̵S̴u̷b̵m̸i̶t̵ ̶t̸o̷ ̸d̴e̵s̷p̷a̶i̸r̷,̷ ̸t̶h̷e̵r̵e̸'̵s̴ ̶n̷o̸t̴h̷i̴n̶g̶ ̵t̵h̷e̸r̵e̴
̵S̶u̴b̴m̸i̶t̵ ̶t̵o̶ ̴d̴e̷s̴p̴a̵i̵r̸,̸ ̸t̸h̷e̵r̸e̸'̸s̶ ̵n̷o̴ ̶m̷o̵r̸e̸ ̵a̴i̶r̶

Blood runs in
No one wins
Left with a grin
And swallowed the wind

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I walk around with a scythe and a noose on my neck in my skin
And my neck and my skin
I walk around with sives and nooses on my neck in my skin
And my neck, and my skin
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
Honeybee, I walk around with a scythe
scythe
scythe
scythe

Scythe, the grim reaper, didn't deceive her, I did her job
"Desecrated her artform", now I'm doing time touring with her scythe
My running thoughs, chased, yet forgot. My days have been rout with nooses
Tongue tied, it's throbbing, wish I wasn't nostalgic to when the rope was just looseish
Word spread like locusts, you read my name, and start to shudder
Blinds are closed, more tears are on you than a sinking rudder
You start to flinch, you start to buckle, you start to itch
Cold feet cause of lost heat, fails yet repeats, fails yet repeats
Fails yet repeats, fails yet repeats, fails yet repeats
Fails yet failures repeat until I'm beat
And I ran outta beatings
Cause I carry a scythe
Scythe [just forget it]
Scythe [forget I even meant it]
Scythe [forget I even said it]

I walk around with a scythe and a noose on my neck in my skin
And my neck and my skin
I walk around with sives and nooses on my neck in my skin
And my neck, and my skin
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
I'm a, I'm a scattered knot in a broken faucet
Honeybee, I walk around with a scythe
scythe
scythe
scythe

scythe in my hands,
and a noose in my neck and my skin
Noose on my neck still makes me look thin
Looks like my kool-aid was filled to the brim
Try to crack a joke, but death never laughs
And my friends aren't smiling like they used to
Some were shocked I was the one that greeted them
Yes, they were shock I was death, fem, and I walked around
With a scythe in my hands, and a noose in my skin
They didn't speak to me much, they'd rather ascend
I felt her light dim, I felt both our hearts attack

In my arms, no matter how hard you think back
Despite all our memories being joyous, they still crack
Even though I woke up from that nightmare with a huge rack
You look in your closet full of hangers with the clothes stuffed
In a goodwill box, donate it to a charity, you stay back
Look into the aisles, see my dust inside the fabric rough
All this lost time, give it some time, but it's never enough
You still see my old clothes in the aisles, memories kept you cuffed
You feel a knot on your neck and your chest, and I cut it with her scythe

Ï̵͙ ̷̣̈́s̵̝̑t̵̻̋ä̵͔́r̴͕̕e̴͚͠ ̵͈̿i̵̦͑n̴̝̄t̵͓͋o̴̕͜ ̴̰̀y̴͓̿o̵͕͋u̴̦͐ř̵̠ ̵̫̅e̸͙̽ẏ̸͍ḙ̵̋ś̴͓ ̷̯͂ả̵̦n̶͖̚d̶̟̊ ̸͕̈́m̵͕͆î̴̤n̷̹͂d̵̏ͅ ̵̤̄l̷͓̀i̷̦͗k̴̪͑e̵̬̕ ̶̱̈́ǎ̶̯ ̸̤̍p̸̢͘r̷͓̈o̸̡͝j̶̠̽e̵̮̒c̵̡͌t̴̠̔ơ̸̩r̸̥͊
̷̳̇Â̴̞n̶̦͑d̶͚̀ ̸̨̆Ī̶͕ ̸͔̚s̷̲̑ẻ̸̞e̴͍͒ ̸̫̀s̵̰͌h̵͈̎ã̴̦t̴̥̄t̶̪̎ȅ̵͈r̵̡̈s̷̙̓ ̴̱͋m̴͎̀e̸͙͋m̸̼͆o̷̞͛ŗ̵̐i̶̠̎ẹ̶̃s̵̟̈́ ̶͓̀p̷͚̌l̶͍̈ȧ̶̝ȳ̷ͅb̵͘ͅa̷̬͋c̷̦̋k̴̚͜
̵͔̽B̵̗͊ȓ̷̗o̶͆ͅk̶̨̾e̶̻̽n̸̳͝ ̸̞̅f̷̝͑į̷͗l̷͇͝m̵̱̐ ̶͓̍r̴͔͂e̷̞̎e̶̙̓k̵̫͝s̵̖̒ ̵̹̇s̴̥̕t̷̞̓e̴͎͆a̴̢͌l̷̻̀ ̶̙͆ȯ̷̘ū̸͙r̶̠̄ ̷̨͗j̸̩̾o̷̬̊y̷̖͛…̶̗̇ ̴͓̾

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Mountain's peak falling
St. Helen's wrath, appalling
On high, amen
I wish l breathed the fog in
I'm driving past their ruins
Oh high, amen
And i wish you were here
We have so much we could talk about
Then we did
Then we did
So I'll go
To a place were you felt free
One that you found
The one I can finally see
So I drove
Where boulders just stay
To the place that you found
That's where I wanna be

The place where we met
I can meet the real you
It's not a cry for help
It's a call from the deep blue
It's that old friend from the playground
That lover in the wave pool
It's your well written review
It's a view you think is pretty cool
So mesmerized
You don't see that your slipping
That's a sparkling abyss
The one that I'm driven by

In the place that we met
Where you broke down crying
The end was so mesmerizing
Hell was drifting away
No one hates you for being gay
There's no one anymore
I've packed up the words
The ones that I'll say
So why would I need a voice
When I don't exist?
That's a sparkling abyss
That one we both greet

So I'm unbound
No need to stay
The place that I'll meet you
It's so close
So far…

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̴R̵e̶a̶l̴i̴z̷e̴d̶ ̴i̵n̷s̶e̴c̷u̷r̵i̵t̴y

Did you know my existence was conceived
By mutilating black men, and raping children in Italy?
And honey, I thought I forgot
But then came another thought
"Your dad told you about Caesar and his slave"
"He raised a trans women, surgery left her in a grave"
"Why'd he think he told you that?" [̴H̴i̵d̴e̸ ̶o̸u̴t̵ ̷f̶r̶o̷m̸ ̵h̵i̷s̸ ̶m̴i̸s̷e̴r̴y̷]
"Don't you know where you're at?" [̴R̵e̶a̶l̴i̴z̷e̴d̶ ̴i̵n̷s̶e̴c̷u̷r̵i̵t̴y̶]̸

Honey
Those thoughts are all in your head
Your body was broken bread
The split isn't worth all this doubt and all this dread

I haven't heard voices in my head for so long
Just recorded messages, and overplayed songs
And the songs won't leave with me
But baby, the abyss is all I see, and all I see is -
Cracks form in my misery
Cracks form in my misery
Light shine in my tunnels peak
Realized insecurity

Honey
Those thoughts are all in your head
Your body was broken bread
The split isn't worth all this doubt and all this dread

Everytime I want to hold you
I feel myself falling to the floor
And every time I want to help you
My skin begs to leave for something more
These words are my bones and flesh
These words are my bones and flesh

My skins tugging the rest of me away
My bones don't have enough force to stay
Right now, all I can really do is pray
And my father is finally speaking in his way
He's telling me that he saw my suffering
And gave it to me so others found me comforting
I see your soul, and know I was made for you
And your so distant, all I see is a light blue hue
I think my mother gave me the biggest clues
How ironic
It only ended one way
Take 18, this time can I be happy while I'm gay?
It's been so long, what hour truly is today?
That hue in my eye is starting to die
But I can see you opening your eyes
And now I'm in that final tear you have to cry

Honey
I know those thoughts in your head
Were you ever truly dead?
Perhaps your soul was in works I've already read

Those words are your bones and flesh
These words are your bones and flesh
Those words are your bones and flesh
These words are your bones and flesh
Those words are your bones and flesh
These words are your bones and flesh
These words are your bones and flesh
ᴳᵒᵈ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʳᵘᵉˀ
These words are your bones and flesh
ᴵ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ
Those words are your bones and flesh

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1:02
You noticed something was off, I heard familiar noises
I stopped breaking apart when you found me in pieces
I had finally seen the spirit that was buried deep inside me
I finally felt free in my existence for the first time in my life
And you woke me up from my dream
As I made you drift deeply into your nightmare

You
Coated your body, coated your memories
Coated me
Freed me from the cold
That chill, freeze of self-hatred and harm
That love that I wanted to give you to protect from grief
I realize now was the grief that froze you in place
And it showed me that
I did enough, I wasn't indebted to you for the love you gave me
So forget it…
F̴o̵r̴g̶e̸t̴ ̴i̷t̸,̸ a̴̫͂n̵̤͐d̵̼̐ ̷͔̒n̸̠͊ę̷̊v̷͓͆é̸̘r̸̡̄ ̴͚̏f̷̥͊ȏ̵̧r̷̭̿g̵͎̎e̴̪̾t̸̠͐ ̵̰̾á̶͕b̵̦͠ò̸̗ṷ̶̐t̵̲͝ ̶̳̽m̸͓͋e̸͍͒
F̴̛͚o̶̼̚r̸̺̄ͅs̷̼͎͒â̶͙̓̋k̴̨͖̗͆͋͛e̴͔͒̔,̸̢̳̼̒̆ ̵͕̹̞̅͂͋f̴͔̯̈́ò̶̜͝r̶̘̹̻͋͝s̶̢̩͛̈̊a̷̩̝̙̓̎͘k̴̥̩͑e̴̼̓̔̐ ̶̤̪́i̵̪̲̠̅t̷̨͕͔̓͘͠,
A̸̛̺͑ṉ̴̳̓̓d̴̢̮͛̆ ̷̘͝d̶̯͌o̵̭͆̈n̸̡̬̆'̸̬̐̕t̶̢͑̇ ̵̲͠f̷̘̙̑o̷̗̎͑͜r̴̙͎̆̕g̷͓̈ê̵̜ͅṱ̶͠ ̶̨̱͂̃m̶̛̞͉̌ẽ̶͎͍͛
I've been trying to move past the wind and the breeze
But that's who I am, you know?
A drifting void of oxygen brushing your back
Think about the gusts of wind blowing you
Viscously swaying you back
The lights on earth showed the lights above they were useless
Embarrassed, those stars faded and dimmed into ebony
Left the sky like autumn leaves in winter
Decay into the black abyss they were born in
Beautiful, but born to be in the way
Like me. I was in the way of something greater
A hidden peace, a friend found in silence
Funny jokes made you smile, I heard your laugh
This void… it was always me!
I refused it, so it swallowed me whole
It was born in me, I was it's host, followed me like an audience
Curtains closed, didn't let me go, it was an ambiance
Until I left you, it's grip squeezed and pinched into my flesh
Before, I left, I watched you open my note I wrote to you
Hadn't opened it up in fear of what it would hold
It was the sight of you snapping that made me realize my presence was a burden too harmful to handle
So forget it, I'm sorry for the ramble

D̶o̵n̴'̷t̸ ̷l̸e̷t̶ ̵m̴e̶ ̴g̸o̶,̴ ̵b̸u̶t̸ ̴l̴e̶t̴ ̵g̴o̸ ̶o̴f̴ ̵m̸e̴
D̶̪́ö̷͇n̷̟͒'̶̭̿t̸͚̀ ̵̖̐l̴̤̔e̵̋͜t̸̙͝ ̸̺̃m̶̪͐e̶̺̿ ̶̩̔g̵̫̉o̴͓͊,̴̝͌ ̶̱͆b̸̖͘u̴̧͗t̸̰̚ ̴̟́l̵͓͐ę̷͛t̷͔̀ ̵̤͂g̸̬̓ȍ̵ͅ ̷̤͌ọ̸̊f̶̩͐ ̷̟̏ṃ̷̊ë̷̖́
̸͚̒D̶̝̬͇̟̏́̈́̄ơ̷̗͊̊́n̶̡͍̖͚̕'̴̢̘͎͈̈̆̈ţ̷͈̃̃̋͝ ̸̡̰͊̾̍ͅl̸̯̍ẽ̴̢̪̽̒̕ṫ̴̨̨̨ ̸̨̙̐͘m̷͕̑̈e̶̛̪͉̫͛͆́ ̸̛̖̾͂̎g̸̛̫̾̈́̃ò̷̫̈͘͝,̴͔̲̻̝̃ ̸͚̘̻͍̓b̸̞͍͚̈́͊͘͝ǘ̸̪̜͉͗t̸̨̜̠̟͐ ̵̡̪̩͗ĺ̸̗̼̗̉͜e̸̹̝͗ṭ̵͊͊͝ ̵̼̗̓͝g̷̖͊͛̿͜͝ő̴̧͎̝̱͝ ̷̞̻̣̐̈ö̶̗́f̶̯̯̾͌̾ ̴͚̟́͂̒͗m̶̩̪̾͋̑͠e̸̻̪͓͔̿̀̆͠
̴̙̝̙̾̅please let me go
p̴̦̖͂̾̉͌̕l̶̨̛̤̰̦̹̻̈́̈́̐̑̏͛͜e̴͖̅̂̃͋͐a̶͍̒̈́̈́̃͝s̵̮̜̐͝ė̷͕̝̝̟̈̀̀̚,̸͙̮̬̝̯̣̂̂̎̈́͝͝ ̶̧͔̝͈̹̹͆͗̔̒̌͜p̷͎͕̘͙̀͗͊l̶̨̫̲̼͓̓͂́̅̉͒̈́e̶̪̎͆͜a̶̳͙̍s̶̤͙͖̩͋̉͒̈́́̎e̷͔͚̖̻̮͌͆̒̐̕͜ ̷̬̖̩͉̫̯̚ͅl̷̖̎ě̶͈̠̞̙̪͑̅̔͌̚t̴͍̬̫̎ ̷̜̹̘͓̱͍̳̒͒̃͋̋̀̉m̵̮̺͔̱̏̏͆ͅe̷̘̅̎̃ ̴͔̗͖̻̈̈̔̍̂̚͝g̷̘̣͕͌o̵̧̫̥̦͕̗̾͊̉͠
P̴̨̻̪̭̙͕͙̀͑̎̀͘̚Ĺ̶̡̧̡͙̭̯̖͕̖̜̮̤̓̑̄̓̚E̴͔̩͕̙̬̪̥̰͒̉͆̉̊A̷̧̢̧̭̩̮͖̦͈̬̤̞̾͊̓͒̃̌͌̽̾͌ͅS̵̢̡̢̲̥̻͕͈͉̻̈́̊̎̽͌͊̎͊̍͜͝E̶̦̫̻̼͎͈̪̜̾̏͑̎̓͊̍̆̕̕,̴̛̤̼̤̃̑͌̄̇̓̄͛̍̿͆̕ ̷͕̩͙̞̲̮̥͙͕̰̤̦̇ͅP̷͚̖̤̩̗̫̮͙̙̞̓̀́͋̈́͘͜͜͝ͅL̸̨̖̳̠̠̜̥̹̹̅̉̊̂̆̐̕E̷̜̖͉̹̳̿́̑͛͋̌̀̽͊͑́̕Â̴̛̛͈̞͙̠̦̗͍̭͑̒͒͒̈́̚͝͝S̸̢͉̰̰͉͙̋̋̏̔̿̂̐̕Ȇ̶̲̺̿̾̀̓͊ ̶̢͍͎̱̜̘̩͎̾̂̌̓̋̓͑̃͐̕L̸̩̺̭͇̳̓́͜͜E̴͇̼̬̩̱̋̕T̶̡͚͍̰̠̫̳͖̄̔͌̀̀̐͗̎͑͊̊̉͘ ̴̨̺͙̲̟̼̝̬̰̹̭͒̆̈́̾̊̌͂̀͑M̴̧̼̰͇̀̔͂Ë̷̛̯͉́̑̇̾̓ ̵̠̮̦̱͉̖͘G̸̯͚̩̝̤̪̹̬̹͒̎O̸̯̖̼͙̐̆̆̋̔̎̉͊́́͊͑͝
D̶̤̗̣̜̦̖͙̫̼̱̫̅̽̓͋͛̃̿̓̀̐̎͘Ò̸̳͚͗̏̌́̋̾̌̔̈́̾̂̑́̚N̷̻̫̝̣̳̻̔̓̊͂̐̽̀̔͋̑̌̈́͆̓̋͛͊͗̕͝͝͝T̷̡̡̮̟͈̮̼̭̜̞̬̤̐̒͋͌̉̊͂̅͒̌̈́̊̐̽̔̆́̋̉̕͜͠͝͠ ̶̡̡͕̞̺͔̩͇̩͙̬̬̟̰̜̭̯͉̞̳͆͂̀L̵̡̨̨̢͕͙̥͖̰̯̪̤̭͐̈́̓̄̆̃̄͝E̶̤̼̥͙̋̈́T̸͈͙͕̼̼̠̫̥͔̮̦̟̹͐̂̊̑̍́̋̉̄̈̊̕̕̕̕͠ ̴̨̧͎̭̘͖̪̰͂̈̄̽̿̐͌̋̂͑̃͂͌̋̎͌͆̕͝͠͝ͅM̶̧̨̳̲̪̦̩̻̦̖̺̣͙̘̏͆̊̍̿͆͋͆̑̌̽̏̋̈̂́͘̕E̸̠̲̫̩̞͓̋̀̄͆̋̔͐̅̒̈́̈́͛͗͒̿̕͝͝͝͝͠ ̷̼̹͉̹̬̼̥̫̠̭̏G̸͙̬͓͖̹͔̔̿̌̾͋͑̔̽͂̇͌̒͝͝O̴̡̧̻̼͎̦͔͓̖̪̹̫̘͌̓̂͝ͅͅ
P̸̡̛̬̳͇̬̫͙̤͖͔͆̈́͛̈́͒̎̽̀͗̿́͆͛̎̌̓̕̕̕̕̚͜͝l̵̡̝͉̦̜̙̳͕̲̝̟̯͉͍̂̿́̍͐̇͊̂̕͘͜ͅe̷̡̛̳̥͖͔̭̤̲͖͉̝̰̚͜ͅą̷̢̛̛̛͇̰̼̳̞̠͔̣̙͍̻̰̫̭̻̤̖̦̺̺̲̔͌̈̿͗͒͋̿͒̔̋͗́͐̂͂͆̈́̃͒̎́̏̅͂̈́̒̓̂̃̈͊͌̾̽̉́͐͌̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅṡ̵̢̻̯̣̖̟̱̣͇̙̟̩̝̘̪̇̊̀̒͆̓̏̿̔̂̿̐̓̄̚͘̕͝ë̷̡̩̲̟̭̙̩̩̮̮̟̞̪̝́̓͌̋̽̒͌͑̍̈̀̎̓̒̄̐͒̈́́̓̕̚̚͝ ̷̡̧̡̧͎̪͕̥̩̤̣̭̪͍̻̙̗̭͉̥͑̀̿̆̓̓͌̈́̇̍͂̊̓̒́͊̿̇̓̓̋̈́̈́̔̃͐̅̚͝͝͝͠ļ̴̡̨̹̺͙̩͍̤͔̭̺͈̘͉̼̹͉͖͙͉̜̞̣͔̲̮̦̖͈̲̪̟̝̦̣͕͙̏̉̋̄̋̓̈́͌̓̔̓͒̀̒̀̌̿͜͜͝͠͠e̵̢̡̧̨͕̫͖͖̮̤̞͍͇̤͓̞̞͍̼͖͎̖̲͙̱̜̬͎̩͙̩̱̲̙̣͚̗͉͎̓̐͆͋̋̈͆̽̅̽̀̑̈́͒̄̄t̵̢̨̟͕̪͔͍͕̝̞̱̱̦͈̬͖͈̮̀ͅ ̸̢̛͙͎̙̞̗̰̠̣̜͈̰̙͍̈́̆̋̄̋̋̆̋̉͐͂̀̏̽̑̈́͊̽͒̾͆̒́͛̍̽͗̈́́̌̐̕̚͘͝ͅg̷̡̧̥̜͎̲͎͉̜̝̼̰̬͇͓̦͎̯̩̜̠͚̞̭̮̞̀̐̇͌͐̇͊͌̆̈́̈͆̇̑̃̂͝ͅǫ̴̡̡̡̢̛̛̮͙͖̖̟͓̝̞̬͚͖͖̥͎̖̩̤̝̙͍̗̺̦̳̘̻̪͓͙͖͊̅̀̊̓͐̊̍̎̂͂͛͆̊̈́̀̓͌̿̓̓̏̉̒́́̅́͂͘͘͘͘͜͝ ̶̘̖̹͍̮̑̃͐̈̀̂̾̽̌̌̆̾̒̚͝͝͠͠ō̴̡̢̫͈̺̲͙̣͍̲̲͔͍͚͓̜̦̘̬̯̠̺͇̬̮̘̪͓̰͔̈́̓̾͂̐̓̈̈́̉͋̈́́̉̀̈̿̿͌̅͌͌̾̒̊̓̃̔̊̌͗̿̋̆̇̒̄̍̕͘̚͜͝͝ͅͅf̷̢̢̨̡̡̛̣̟̰̠̳̙͔̩̥̹̞̹̤̞̝͇̞̳͉̞̫̦͙̻̤̯̼́̉̑͌̑̑̎̾̒̍͂̉̎̉̀͋́̊̅̾̌͜͝ ̷̨̧̧̢̛̳̞̱̮̳̣̰͇̳̱̮̭̭̟̱͍̩͉̺̥̣͕̙́̽̓̒̎̃̅̚͜͜͜͠͝m̷̥̩͇̻̘̳̈́̄̌̈́̂̈͗ͅę̷̡̨̧̢̢̛̛̠̫̥͔͈̮̙̩͚̣͉̙̳̩̣͚͚̗̤͎̳̣͚̩͖̬̟͙̹̺͐́͗̏̊͒̔̎͑͑̎̒̋̇̽̅̀͋͒̕͝ͅ
P̴̢̛̛̪̊͒̏̀̔̓̌̔͛̓̓͛̆̀̔̽͐͑͌́̍͆̋̅̿̄̈̇̓̀̂̌͛̇̿̀͑̈͂̓̇̃̍̒̊͆̚͝͠Ļ̵̡̧̨̧̡̛͈̯̥̗̻̝̖̥̪̙͈͕͔͖͇̝̼͉͓͖̱̖̯̤̝̬̳̫̯͍͈͈̦̺̰͙̬͍̘͕̹̙̬̻̤̩̙͎̃̋͒̆͂̉̍͆̂̒͛̆̉͂͘͘̕͜͜͜ͅͅĘ̷̧̨̧̢̨̝̻̯͉̥͙̠̭̞͙̤͓͕̰̻̗̺̗̟̖̦̟̭͔̫̼̗̪͈̜̞̬̩̦̻̘̮̘̙̳͇̣̩͈̿͂̒͆͆͗̇̆̑̈́͋̂̍̔̈̽̍̓͛͐͊̎̈̃̓̑̒́͛̀̆͗̋̿̓̇͂̎̈͋͑́́́̑̈́̔̌͒̕͘̕̚͜͜͠͝ͅA̷̡̢̢̢̼̞̖̱̩̦͇̺̘̱͔̗̤͍̫̣̻̮̱̭̥̫̲͓̳̯̦̝͖̦͇͍̮̜̣̣̗̭͌̈́̓̋̃̍̓̇̀̒͐̈́͌͐̊͌͛͌͊͒̚͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅS̶̛̻̯͇͙̥̭̳̮̞̬̝̺͊̂̅̈́͊͑̐̎̂̐̒́̌̓͋̍̉̐̍͗͒̐̅̍̍͛̍́̆̽̃͋̇̓̾͂̊̄͂͊́́̉͋̌̄̅̀̚͝͠Ȩ̶̨̢̡̛̛͉͇̱̲̝̬͕̜͖͈̱̟̠͍̯̻̫̯̲̳̞̮͍͓̯̟͔̩̠̳̭͎̜͖̬̖̫̠͔̩͔̮̙͕̮͇̽͊̐͆͂̋̑̃̂͗͌̃̉̓͊̑̂̀̂̏̋̀̏̋͐̋͘̕̚͠͝ͅͅ ̴̛̛͖̑̾̓́̿̉́̓̾̆̓́̎͂̓̊̈́̉͋̌̈́̍̒̀̋̾̓͑̾̓̓̎͌̒̈́̾̒̿̎̓͊̈́̀̄̍̈̂̍̂̿́̑̑̚̚̕̕͝͠L̷̢̡̢̧̢̧̧̛͇͖̲͔͉͍͉͓̱̹̻͇͖̯̹̯̥̫͓̫̱̘͎͈̗̦͉̩̮͇͖̩̳͇̣͇̻̟͖̬̣͕͇̞͇͙̲̼̭̋̽̀̃̽̐̀̑͊̑̄͗̀̊̈̏̀͐̾́̂̀̔̀͘̚͘͘͝͝͝Ȅ̵͓̹̌̈̈́͌̓̉͑̆͐̒͒̒͗̓͋̍̒̀͘̕̕̕͝͠T̴̨̧̨̛̛͙̟͖̥̻̙̘̺̭͎̠̭͈̰̪̭͍̩͖̳̪͉̮̣̣̰͔͈͙̥͍̖̣̖̙̮̜̟͕̮̥̖̳̦̩̭͉̝̥̥̭͔͙̅̔̊́̍̈́́̀̀́̽̐̊̿̑̎͆̓̑̒͒̑͑͗̎̇̈́̉͊̈́̊͊̈́̊̈̌͗́̌͋̒̈͊͆̓̽̔̎̄̋̽͐͘͘̕͘̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͠͝͠͝͠ ̸̛̛̤̟̯̜̯̰͇̄͗͆̈́̊̊͐͋̌̈́͋͋͋́͗̓̎̿͑̓̏͗̋͊̔̀̑̓͋̍͊̅̚̚͘͘̕̚G̸̨̡̯̻̥̜͐̉͑Ǫ̵̢̢̢̢̤̤̲͚͇̠͎̘̟̮̞̳͙̝̦̪̰̻͕̂́̈́̄͋̃̀̍̒̊͊̄̀̐̏̽̐͒̚̚̕̕ ̶̢̨̢̡̡̧̡̧̭̱̭̺̺̝̱̠̰̜͎̣̺̠̹͓͓̰̖̺͖͈̺̝͇͈͈͍̟͎̯͈̲̺̜̤̬̤̘̫͖̗̦̫̞̤̩͔̊̒̂̈́̿̓̏̈̑̈́̀̔̽́͑̄̐͐͂́̅͋̏̾̒̐̊͒̈́̃̌͌̓̾̇̊͗̈̐̀̿͋̀̀̀̔͂̍́̈́̎̄̑̅̕̕̚͘͜͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅƠ̴̡̨̡̛̖̰̖͉̺̬͓̮͕̤͍͔̗̗̱̫̟͔̭̍͌́͛̍̔̎͗̒͂͑̒͛̍̇̋͒͛̄̑̈́̋͒͊́́̋̑̊̃̎̉̾̏̑̾̾͒̍̒̈͐̋̓͌́͆̀̑̓͆̃͘͘̚̚͘͝ͅF̷̨̢̢̝͔̘͇̰̦̜͚͙̮̣͕̘̩̫͓͚̻͓͉̩̫͓͔̬̹̭̝͍͖̭̟̳̻͇̪̞͈͚̖̩̭̺̤͖̮̯͙͙͔̮̬̃̊͛̀͌͛͑̔̏͂̍͗̋̈̅̐̾̃̀̃́̋̆̓̔̂͌̔̈́̒̍̄͋̍́́͘͘̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͝ ̶̧̡̦͚̜̮̱̳̹͙̘̺̫̹͍͖̺͔͚͖͇͔̺͕͖̰̖̇͐̎͋̆̓̐͊̀̆̑̾̒͒̽̈̎͊͋̐̆̌̿͋͑̿̌̕̕ͅM̵̢̨̢̞̜̺̮͓̘̪̲̞̯͔̦͒ͅĘ̵̡̡̖͈̼̝̲͙̜̻̞̫̙͖̹̲̗̜͕̺̣̙̼̝͕̺̜͓͈̼̠͍̘͙̮̟̟̲̞̼̘̱̣͙̬̼̭͔̰̞͂͌ͅͅ
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1w
damn well that was a fucking read
1w
I almost cried.
1w
Also I advise people to read the other parts of this "series", if you can even interpret that way
3d
wow what a review
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