♯ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝒞𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 ╳ 𝒢𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂.
@cemcterygates
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⠀⠀ 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ⠀⠀ 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 ⠀⠀ 𝘮𝘦 ⠀ ⠀𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬 ⠀、 ⠀⠀𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⠀⠀⠀𝓪𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ⠀⠀⠀𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ⠀⠀⠀𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐿͟𝐿͟ ͟𝑅͟𝐸͟𝑀𝐴𝐼𝑁⠀.ᐟ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE YOU.
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ㅤ 𝓲 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝓬𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝘵𝘰 ᴸᴼᴼᴷ 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ﹠ 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝔀𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝑚𝑦 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𓂃 ⌖ ²
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⠀ ،̲،̲ ( 𐠒 ) @cemcterygates 、、 ⠀
how often are you violent against yourself .ᐣ does it horrify you .ᐣ can you stop .ᐣ do you want to .ᐣ and if you did, would you know how to .ᐣ
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i'm not a good person. ask anyone who loves me. i never write， i never call， i never think about anyone at all. no matter what i do， my exhaustion will consume me and i'm too tired for the truth.
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ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 .ᐟ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a guy like you should wear a 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 .
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it is so much safer not to feel， not to let the world touch me.
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that’s somethin’ i woulda done a long time ago, but if i get a tip they almost got themselves killed for the upteeth fuckin’ time —— yeah, course i’m bound to check in.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ then don't ?̲ spite them . ⠀⠀
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they wanted me to answer their damn calls, now i’m the one callin’ them just to check in.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ imagine that ⠀⠀
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yep, that’ll just about fix the migraine i’m getting here.
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there’s never a damn ‘ hey ’ or ‘ how’re you doing, dad.ᐣ ’ when i call up my sons. it’s always ‘ i’m busy, what do you want .ᐣ ’
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by how easily goaded she is. his chuckle is fuller this time around ——— genuine, lifting corners of his lips dispelled by the fork disappearing inbetween them. ﹚ “ so .ᐣ ”
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consistent even if it isn’t of the same make, it provides something he can expect every single time. it’s an easy choice, people aren’t so simple nor as sweet as they present themselves. she, however, continues to surprise him. more so
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﹙ prior presumptions proven right, he only gives her a nod for now ——— decides his pie is more interesting than whatever breadcrumbs shes leaving for him along the way. apple pie never lets him down, its ingredients explicit, the flavor
⠀ ﹙ digits score over the fingers upon her left hand, absently tracing healed scars from childhood ﹔ climbing up that familiar oak in the backyard of family′s yard, always managing to adorn a new scrape or scratch by dusk. ﹚ 𖬺
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╱ this just in, bastard man provokes random citizen suffering from cuteness aggression into flat out aggression
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