NateMate - Hello Poetry

Vision is going black, I’m standing on the edge. I just wanted some friends, Now I just want my life to end. I’m done feeling all these feelings, Staring at this ******* ceiling, Wishing my life had some meaning, Hold my breath, ’till I stop breathing. No, these people are not my friends, I don't even know 'em. No, these people are not my friends, I can't see behind their masks. Don’t want to die alone, But I’m living in a hell. Stand back from this top, Climb down the ladder, ‘Cause I don't even trust myself. And I fell for all your reasons, Again. The chemicals numb my feelings, I become so cold, I’m freezing. Just hold me ’till I stop bleeding. No, these people are not my friends... And now, I’m in my **** head again... Quick, just overdose, get the medicine.

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Oct 30, 2018

Oct 30, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC

Fell for your reasons.

Vision is going black, I’m standing on the edge. I just wanted some friends, Now I just want my life to end. I’m done feeling all these feelings, Staring at this ******* ceiling, Wishing my life had some meaning, Hold my breath, ’till I stop breathing. No, these people are not my friends, I don't even know 'em. No, these people are not my friends, I can't see behind their masks. Don’t want to die alone, But I’m living in a hell. Stand back from this top, Climb down the ladder, ‘Cause I don't even trust myself. And I fell for all your reasons, Again. The chemicals numb my feelings, I become so cold, I’m freezing. Just hold me ’till I stop bleeding. No, these people are not my friends... And now, I’m in my **** head again... Quick, just overdose, get the medicine.

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It starts to feel like the next stop will never come, Because I'm too scared to board this train, Because the voices in my brain... Are telling me... "This stop, too, will lead you straight to your death." What else am I supposed to do with myself? And there, once more, I turn on back again... I alone, Walk my own way, On this never ending path. And every time, I look down, My arms and hands, are both stained red. I'm sick, and tired of living, passing my days, Nothing will come of me, I'm just a waste. With no talents; I'm stupid, Good for nothing. Nothing for me in the future to come, I really hope... I'll be soon gone... But then yet again, I'm scared, Of what's after. After that, what's ahead? But that's just me, I'm never satisfied, So let's just ignore everything, distract, put it all aside. "Just for now..." Just try to forget, ignore, stop thinking, **** it, I just don't want to think about it. Stop crying. The end of this book Doesn't mean you can't read another, And immerse yourself in that rather... I give up, it's all just too much, And I can't handle it at all. And I'd love to say, "If only someone was here to help..." But in reality, that's simply not me, And I'd just push them all back. But Just by living, I'm hurting them another day. Hundreds cry, All I do is ruin everything. Just by leaving, I'm helping them another day. After a while, Everything will be alright, I made their worries subside, They'll all smile, Without me by their side. "No, I'm not lonely, I'm just fine." I can't trust anyone, It's just me, I'm never satisfied, I really should rather just die. A person, alone, not accepting help, But then again, in the grand scheme, nothing matters in the end. While this world exists in the favour Of people with better luck, better factors. So, alone, once more, I'm going with the flow. Pretending not to know, That time is passing me by. I don't make a single **** choice. I just rot away, Saying, "this is all fine." "This is my life." I'm pathetic, aren't I? Day after day, I find my way, Sleepwalking through. Like this, I'll fade without a trace, It's for the best I do. Just by living, I'm nothing for another day. Hundred lives, never knowing me or anything. Nobody wanted me, No one there to need, Why would I want to live, In the kind of world I see? And now, I'm just waiting for the opportunity, Of me being able to put this to a end, And waiting for that long awaited last stop.

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Oct 12, 2018

Oct 12, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC

Next stop.

It starts to feel like the next stop will never come, Because I'm too scared to board this train, Because the voices in my brain... Are telling me... "This stop, too, will lead you straight to your death." What else am I supposed to do with myself? And there, once more, I turn on back again... I alone, Walk my own way, On this never ending path. And every time, I look down, My arms and hands, are both stained red. I'm sick, and tired of living, passing my days, Nothing will come of me, I'm just a waste. With no talents; I'm stupid, Good for nothing. Nothing for me in the future to come, I really hope... I'll be soon gone... But then yet again, I'm scared, Of what's after. After that, what's ahead? But that's just me, I'm never satisfied, So let's just ignore everything, distract, put it all aside. "Just for now..." Just try to forget, ignore, stop thinking, **** it, I just don't want to think about it. Stop crying. The end of this book Doesn't mean you can't read another, And immerse yourself in that rather... I give up, it's all just too much, And I can't handle it at all. And I'd love to say, "If only someone was here to help..." But in reality, that's simply not me, And I'd just push them all back. But Just by living, I'm hurting them another day. Hundreds cry, All I do is ruin everything. Just by leaving, I'm helping them another day. After a while, Everything will be alright, I made their worries subside, They'll all smile, Without me by their side. "No, I'm not lonely, I'm just fine." I can't trust anyone, It's just me, I'm never satisfied, I really should rather just die. A person, alone, not accepting help, But then again, in the grand scheme, nothing matters in the end. While this world exists in the favour Of people with better luck, better factors. So, alone, once more, I'm going with the flow. Pretending not to know, That time is passing me by. I don't make a single **** choice. I just rot away, Saying, "this is all fine." "This is my life." I'm pathetic, aren't I? Day after day, I find my way, Sleepwalking through. Like this, I'll fade without a trace, It's for the best I do. Just by living, I'm nothing for another day. Hundred lives, never knowing me or anything. Nobody wanted me, No one there to need, Why would I want to live, In the kind of world I see? And now, I'm just waiting for the opportunity, Of me being able to put this to a end, And waiting for that long awaited last stop.

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Once again, watching the long chats pass with no end, Painful, and pleasure, I'm fighting with my own head. There's just nothing, Here at hell's ending, Envy, envy, envy. Emotional war, a devastating frenzy. Don't, oh no, Please never ever think about me. Don't wish to god, It won't ever do anything. Truth is, I'm helpless, and can't do a thing... So don't pretend like I am living, or am a human being. And even I, Yes, even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and so, Can you forgive me? I am to blame, yes, for everything. Once again, watching everything, still the same, then, I'm hidden under my mind's ocean bed. "Goodbye", I hear, "We part our ways right here." I guess it really is better of this way. On, and on, always, I will be waiting here. Don't, oh no, Please never, ever lose your way. Don't search in vain, And I say this for your own sake. Just laugh at the face of life and death's gate. Ignore any voice calling for you to stray my way, ... And you'll be safe. And even I, Yes, even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and so, Can you forgive me? I am to blame, yes, for everything. And even I, Yes even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and even so, Though you may fall down, Feel like you might drown, You mustn't come to this underground. You still can make it there in time, If you let go, and fly. No, I'm not lonely, I'm just fine. ... Everything should be quite alright, Let's say goodbye. The veil crumbling tonight, When the thought came to be, "Who, and what am I living for," and see... Hey, were we smiling stupidly... ... You think?

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC

The weak, the useless, and the coward.

Once again, watching the long chats pass with no end, Painful, and pleasure, I'm fighting with my own head. There's just nothing, Here at hell's ending, Envy, envy, envy. Emotional war, a devastating frenzy. Don't, oh no, Please never ever think about me. Don't wish to god, It won't ever do anything. Truth is, I'm helpless, and can't do a thing... So don't pretend like I am living, or am a human being. And even I, Yes, even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and so, Can you forgive me? I am to blame, yes, for everything. Once again, watching everything, still the same, then, I'm hidden under my mind's ocean bed. "Goodbye", I hear, "We part our ways right here." I guess it really is better of this way. On, and on, always, I will be waiting here. Don't, oh no, Please never, ever lose your way. Don't search in vain, And I say this for your own sake. Just laugh at the face of life and death's gate. Ignore any voice calling for you to stray my way, ... And you'll be safe. And even I, Yes, even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and so, Can you forgive me? I am to blame, yes, for everything. And even I, Yes even I, Get sad and lonely, at night, and even so, Though you may fall down, Feel like you might drown, You mustn't come to this underground. You still can make it there in time, If you let go, and fly. No, I'm not lonely, I'm just fine. ... Everything should be quite alright, Let's say goodbye. The veil crumbling tonight, When the thought came to be, "Who, and what am I living for," and see... Hey, were we smiling stupidly... ... You think?

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It's been so long, Since I've been singing this stupid song, It's like a nightmare, Never getting anywhere. It all repeats... It all repeats in my head, But even if I forget, I'm still in my eternal regret. And I can't leave... I can't leave this place, Because I'm too scared, But I just can't bare, Another night of that blank stare, At my **** ceiling, at 8 AM, Not having slept, Just go to sleep, forget, Get back in the loop, once again, Probably another day closer to my end. And I can't try... I can't try doing anything, Because if I do, I hear those voices in my head, Telling me to run away, forget. That's it's not my place, It grabs me by my face, That monster, shadowy gray, Makes me want to die, Closes my eyes, So I give in, And I end up sleeping again... Ending up in the loop once more, Every day is the same.

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Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC

Every day is the same.

It's been so long, Since I've been singing this stupid song, It's like a nightmare, Never getting anywhere. It all repeats... It all repeats in my head, But even if I forget, I'm still in my eternal regret. And I can't leave... I can't leave this place, Because I'm too scared, But I just can't bare, Another night of that blank stare, At my **** ceiling, at 8 AM, Not having slept, Just go to sleep, forget, Get back in the loop, once again, Probably another day closer to my end. And I can't try... I can't try doing anything, Because if I do, I hear those voices in my head, Telling me to run away, forget. That's it's not my place, It grabs me by my face, That monster, shadowy gray, Makes me want to die, Closes my eyes, So I give in, And I end up sleeping again... Ending up in the loop once more, Every day is the same.

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Nobody worthy of believing, I’m hurting, and hurting, Stabbing me, and burning, Enduring, enduring, For nothing... Over, and over, and over, People like you keep appearing, As time goes on, And when I weaken, Their fangs, the closer they drew. Fear of humanity. Living in hiding. A friend, but only in name. We were never the same. Another thorn in my way, I don’t, just do not need. I can see now, you always lied. Laughing at me, nearly every time. Welling my eyes, with a sudden pain... Staining my brain, Will it ever change? I can see you now, my heart. Broken again, Pick up every part. But I know, this will never end... Someone will come tear me down, again. Somebody worthy of relying, I’m trying, and crying. I’m needing... Any kind of leading. Hating humanity. ... But in reality... The thing I hate even more, Coward, I can’t ignore. This pointless, useless coward is me, I hate, I really hate. Now I can see you, my heart. Broken and shattered, Hide it safe and apart. Tell me, how can I see the end? An easy way, to be be free, then? Holding a noose around my tightened neck. Closing my eyes, run away, forget. Waiting for help on an SOS. Nobody came, but I guess I’m already dead. Now, that I see you lied... I live in fear, burning up inside. Creating more wounds, than I’ve already got. And when I found that, I couldn’t stop. And when they found that, They forced me to stop. Now, I can’t see my heart. Forgot where it was, So, it’s safe, and apart. But even now, all it does is sting, I guess you can’t make the hurting end. Is there an easy way to be finally dead?

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC

Easy way out?

Nobody worthy of believing, I’m hurting, and hurting, Stabbing me, and burning, Enduring, enduring, For nothing... Over, and over, and over, People like you keep appearing, As time goes on, And when I weaken, Their fangs, the closer they drew. Fear of humanity. Living in hiding. A friend, but only in name. We were never the same. Another thorn in my way, I don’t, just do not need. I can see now, you always lied. Laughing at me, nearly every time. Welling my eyes, with a sudden pain... Staining my brain, Will it ever change? I can see you now, my heart. Broken again, Pick up every part. But I know, this will never end... Someone will come tear me down, again. Somebody worthy of relying, I’m trying, and crying. I’m needing... Any kind of leading. Hating humanity. ... But in reality... The thing I hate even more, Coward, I can’t ignore. This pointless, useless coward is me, I hate, I really hate. Now I can see you, my heart. Broken and shattered, Hide it safe and apart. Tell me, how can I see the end? An easy way, to be be free, then? Holding a noose around my tightened neck. Closing my eyes, run away, forget. Waiting for help on an SOS. Nobody came, but I guess I’m already dead. Now, that I see you lied... I live in fear, burning up inside. Creating more wounds, than I’ve already got. And when I found that, I couldn’t stop. And when they found that, They forced me to stop. Now, I can’t see my heart. Forgot where it was, So, it’s safe, and apart. But even now, all it does is sting, I guess you can’t make the hurting end. Is there an easy way to be finally dead?

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I had found you. I had left you. I forgave you. I forgot you. You posessed me. You controlled me. Said you loved me. Said you'd **** me. He is speaking, Speaking for me... I'm worthless human being. He's still speaking, Speaking for me... Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me. Exorcists can't save me now, I swear to you, That I'm fine. Please, let me die, Nerves that I grind. Speaking louder, in my own voice, Blocked by the voice of a demon inside. I act coy, and I play nice... Only to die on the inside. I need an exorcism. I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃ Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍ Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫͉̱̝͈̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̜̹͔͚̊̎̔́͂͗ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̧̡̲͕̭̲̓̇͗̊̈̓ I̸̢̨̭̤͖͇̗̮̯̱͔͇̘̥̙͉͔̿̊̈́͛̉̉́̌̿͂̇̊̾̎͋̒̕ͅ ̷̧̛̩̮͖̻̺̖̱̳̰̥̝̣͈̲̹̀͗͊̆̿̈́͂͗͌͘͘̚͜͝͝͠n̴̢̧̢̥̼͉͕̗̗̩͉̥̦̻͉̮͙̹̉̅͌̐̄͂͛̾̄̈́̂́̀́̕͝ḙ̷̢̡̨̟͙̜͙̫̺͔͕̠̫̩̰̱̃͗̾͊̎̔͌̀́̋̏́͘͜͠͠ę̶̨̡̛̠̹̼̣̰̞̖̼͚̳͔̝͇͇̒̈́̎̎̌̍͒̀̿̄͋͘͘͝͝ͅḑ̴̡͎͈̗̹͓̖̺̹̪̲̥͕̻̞̀̅̓̇̀̆͌͐̇̚̕̕̚̚͠͠ ̴̧̨̠̣̺̻͉̟͎̟̥̺̻̼͉̰́̋̿̒̑̓̈́̏̂͑͋͆̈́̾͌̀͜͝ă̸̢̢̳̗̤̮͉̹͚̙̪̬̥̮̰̽̑̈́͌͐̅͒͂̎̅͗̋͜͝͠͝͠ͅņ̴̯̹̩̯̬̙̖̗̗̱͇̭̥̱̦͋̈́͛͌͛̐̎̿̈́͑͘̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̣̯̺͕̖̼̖̫̥̜͕̰̖͔̃͂̐̈́̍̀̓̽̀́͛͂̏͑̎̕͜͜͜ḙ̸̢̨̡̨̢̢̱̹̖͓͇͚̪̞̻̈́̽͊͌̇̇̈́̿̀̿̔̂̄̎̈́͝͝͝x̴̨̢̢̭̖̥̙͕͖͙̬̜͖̣̪̙͓͑̿̑̀͊͌̋̾̇̍̍̂̈̔͋̆̕ọ̶͙̮̫̬͉̣͙̲͖̝͓̤̬̠̻͓͍̃̔̃̃̈́̔̇̈̆̐̋̀̚͠͝͠r̷̡̻͔̟͕̮̠̻̲͖̟̬͉̱̞̿̀̋̒͗̓̇̌͗̅̾̌̈́͒͒́͜c̵̨̛̮̼̮̼̗̜̣̥͎̳͈̻̹͉͉̺̺̽̉̏̓̊̋͒͑̆̌̇̊̈̚͝͝͠ì̵̡̠̟̙͓̭̤̥̺̯͙͕̟̯͉͓̫̹̇̓͆̈́͑̃̎̈́̀͂̍̀̿͘͝͝͝s̵̡̢̢̟͇̼̻̼͉͎̳̬͈̜̜̹͕͐́̈̂̈́̉̋̎̑͗͌͐͋͋̐͘m̷̢̡̛̪̦͚̙̭͓̝͔̣̙̦͚̼̤̣̓́̆̒̈́͌̄̽̋̉̀́̀̕͘͜.̸̨̧̢͚͍̼̝̥̙̯͕̮̱̻̺̤̍̽́̑̽͋̔͊̿̀̆͆́́͒́̚̕ͅ I̶̛̬̺͎̘̳͙̖̙̻̳̙͖̮͓͖̠͖͍̦̳͓̳̳͖̲͕̩͎̺͐̐́͌̊̍̈́͗̊̿̿̑̌̒̓̂̏̇͐͐̀̂̔̊̽̉̓͂̑̓̅̈́̋̀̋̽͆̾̂̐̈̀̾̓̐͒̒́͑̚̚̚̕̕͘͜͝͝ ̷̧̢̛̫̬͍̮̗̼̗̱͚̫͔̘͔̩̩̜̦͉͖̥̞̹̯̠̖̮͕̃̆̀͗̎͊͐̾͒̔̀̈́̿̅̓̊͗͋̀̈́͂̉̀̑͛͒̾̏̆̿̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅṅ̵̨̨̢̛̛̼̗̹̼͓̞̠͉̯͎̩͉̳̣̺̳͕͍̠̻͔͕͙͈͔͔̜̮̤͓̳̲͂͌̊̾́̏́̾̓̓͑̀̿͛̔̓̌̉̓̊̾̔̌́̊̏̅̕͘̚̚͜͝͝ę̸̨̨̨̛̛̻̖̥̬̹̣̼̦̦͔̞̳̱͎̩͍̳̠̘̟̰̖̖͎̮͍͓͈̬̳̝͚͕̪͕̘̪̻̟̮̝̘͈̻̼̭̱̹̖̩̻͌̍͒̾̿̿͌̍͒͐͋̐̓͗̌͌̆́̒̀́̊̈́̽͊́̍̆̅̔̚̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̴̢̡̡̢̛̛̜̗̠̺͉̺̩̠̳̰̳̰͔̩̭̘̝͈̲̣̹̣̬̼̺̯͖̼͇̘͔̣͔̝͈͕̼̫͓̞̪͕̔͒̋̑̽̋̈̈̂̊͑̒͌̔́͑͗͐̒̅̃̌̆͊̐̽̄͐̓̀͊͛̄͆͛͐̊́̔̐͑̍̽͒̔͝͝ͅḓ̵̡̨̧͍̲͉̹̪̪̙͕͉̘̼̮̟͈̩͔̦̪̟̭͙̠̠͍̯̤̦̥̱̟͕͉̉̊̒̏̔͐͂͌̎͐͒̑͋̓̎̀̆̑̈́̈͒͌͗̅̂̎̀͂̓͘̕̕̕͜͜͝ ̵̧̨̡̨̢̨̛̛̭̲͚͖̰̺̪̰͉͍͓̗̟̦̙̘̝͉͙͓͔̻͚̩͉͍̯̣͈̠̤̬̞̖̻̞̻̗̣̪̽̀͐̃͂̀̄̔̄̑̑̔̉̓̆̔̍̒̆̓̇̑̋̌̋͆̅̑͂̀͗̏͌͗̅̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅą̸̨̨̢̡̢̨̨̙͙͙͖̝̟͉̘̱̣̤̻̯̱̰̺͓͕̙̯̱̬̹͙̝̣͓̙̱̬̻̣̱̝̝̥̘͖͉̣̲̮͔̱̞̜̻͔̍̓̌̒̒́̈́̄̋̏̒̅͂͋̓͋̑̔͛͋̉̾̿̃̍̉̄͐̂͒͘͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̧̟͈̙͖̦͕͇̗̺͇̬͎̮͎̝̰̣̹̦̝̹̖̞̊̒̇̊͌̏̈̑͑͗̈́̅́̉́͛̀͗̈̏̈̐̃͐͗̅̀͑͊̔͌̽́̄̔̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̨̧̡̡̡̛͖̬̪̬͙͍̰̜͖͉̙̥̜̤̼̻̠͕̲̥̱̪͙̝̭͕͖̮̰̳̲̫̮̝̲̘̠̼̳̻̪̥̤͗̿́̽͑̀̈́̈̑͌̏̍̉̒̅̊̋̎̊̒̍̂̂̂́͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅe̴̡̛̟͚̳̦͕̱̦͇̗̳̗̘̙̭̝̟͍͉̬͖̻̰̜͒̈̒̔̈́̋͋͌͊̏̈́̐̓̀̿͋̽́̏̄͆̏̄̏́̄̀̄͑͐̑̐̈́͋͌̒̊̉͗͘͝͝͠͠ͅx̸̢̢̢͈̗͚͕̜̦̰̰̪̭̦̳͕̪̻͕̮͙̟̭̳̘͎̖̟̣͍̯͖̖̩̙̗̩̮̲̜̣̥̜̼̯̞͇̉̂́͐̆͐̊̉̈́̄̐̉̈̓̀̍̏̾̉̑͑̀̒̀͋̀̿͆̈́̽̒̀͆̂͗̍̂̂̾͂̏̉̕̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅǒ̴̡̢̡̟͚͖̥̘̰͎̥̘̖̯͈̗̣͎͓̲͙̺͔̩̭̜̲͍͇͓̜̣̌͆̀̂̄̅̈́͒̊̎̓́̅̒̽̓̑͐͗̆̆͑́͐͌́̿́̆̃̋̑̀̍̋͘̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅr̸͕̝̣͍̮̥̲̪̹͈̹̲̜̩̠̟͙̠̙̻̥̝̲̮̲͔̥͉̃̂̇̂̒̌̈̇̉̃̓̃̔̍̐̍͑̀̓́͋̽̿̆͊̿͆́́̈́͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅç̵̡̡̨̡̢̛̛̛̭̺͔͍̖̱̪̫̞̻̩̠͙̞̗̘̺͍͙̲̜̰͓̮̙͖͚̘̞̮̹͓̯̺̙͖̗̹͍̤̹͕̤̰̦̦̉̊̀̈́̀͊͌̽̐͋͐͛̄́̾̐̏̊͋̈̀͛̈́́̆̀͛̄̋̐̂́͆̑̒̊̌̑̈͐̇̈̇̓̐̊̕̕ͅi̶̡̜̩͈̮̳͚͇̼̥͚̪̫̼̩̰̝͓͇͕̫̣̠̥̞͎͉̜͓̞͖͍͕̹͖̺͔͗́̓͗͑̌̍̓̒̓͌̄͋͒̀̅͒̾̆̐͋̕̕̚͝͝s̴̨̧̡̛͔̞̟̺͉̟̗̫͉͎͕̠̮̩̬̝̯͕̲̭͓̫̫̟̤̝̝̞̗̫̰̳̦̱̘̥̗͈̞̗̻̯̘͖̪̓̑̇̒̓̆̎̈̒̃̈́̓̈́̄͌̔̐̀̒̆̀̕͝͝͝ͅͅm̵̡̛̱̰͙̪̯̮̘̣̹̞͈̖̠̠̯̤̭͇̼̗̣̟̤̪͍͓̜̞̩͙͔̭̗͍͍̲̤̳̯̪̬͖͑͋͐͗̎͑̅̂̀͛́͑̈̓͗̅̍̊̇̑̐̌̽̊͛͋̊̂̆̉͐̍́̕͜͝͠͝.̵̨̧̪̗̥͈͔̘̪͇͍̱̼̺͉̺̗̣̹̠͈͔̭͇̱͈̹͛͋̿̋̊̆̽́͒̀́̂͗̉̑̍͊̽͐̈́̀͑̌̄͌̽̐̃̎̎̉̋̚̕̕͠ͅͅ It happened once. It happened twice. It won't happen again, I̶̢̖͚̲̭̭̬͔̯̙͆̉̽́͌͂̽̓̾̓̐ ̸̢̦̟̲͉̣̪̠͎̤͋̀̏̒̀̑̌̐̋̓͠w̶̮̭͉̤̗̖̤̯̮̗̝̒̾̍̎̀̈̈́͂̐͠͠o̸̧̯͈͕̜͈̳̦̗̪͍͑̎̑́͛͗̋̍̿̈́͝ņ̸̡̹͕̞̻͚͉͇̗̼̍̀̿̌̇̑̇̊͑͘͠'̵̡̮͎͚̠̠̘̱͎̻̄͐̒͗̉̽̊̂͋͝͝t̸̢̢͓͇̹͎̞̼̣͙̫̑͒̀̔̈̆́̀͘̕͠ ̸̗̤̗͉̹̰͎̘͓̩͆̐̾͂̽̈́͊̋͘͘̕ͅp̵̨̫̬̫͍͚̥̥͎͙̺̆͆͊͌̎͑̉͒͆̇̕l̸̡̮̙̪̙̟̼̝̱̭̓̀͗̓͗̽̉͋̽̕͜͝a̴̡̮̮͈̭͚̥͓̰͈͓̓̊͐͒͋̏̇̈́̚͘̚ŷ̷̮̞̯̪̲͍͚̼͓̥͊̈́̒̈́̔̒̌̓̓͘ͅ ̴̨͖͔̤̫͇̻̘̱̭̹͌̽̈́̓̋̃͗͋̓̓̓n̴̡̛̛̹͖̹̪̯̥͖̭̉͊̆̏̿͛͒̚ͅi̴̢̛̩̯͓̜̠̬͙̺̪̪͂̈́̏͑̊̈͑̇̋͠c̶̨̻̟̬̠̣̰͔͕̰̤̈́̐̀̀̊̾̌̿̕͝͝é̷̡̛̠̮̫̪̠͚͖̗̹̭̈͌̑̐̾̎̕͝͠.̷̥̻͔̜̲̬̻͉͙̫̀̉̔̑̌͂̏̌͛͝͝ You spoke for me, You spoke for them, This is number x̶͍̟̽́x̴̢͎͌͠ẋ̴̱͗͜x̵̬̯̅̃ẋ̸̦̟͐x̴̞̭̾͗ G̸̢̰̘͉̹̬̥͍̯̗̳͗̄̎̃̏̾̽͒͗̄̉ó̸̗͔͓͈̻̙͉̩͇͉̎͊̍̏̑̽̉̒̚͝ͅ ̸̡̡͍͓͙̭̭͔͚͔̉̏̆̎̑͐͌̊̚̚͘͜b̵̡̨̰̭̭̱̞͓̲̙̑̊͑̌͆̀͛͒̄̚͜͝ä̷̢̛̱̩̺͓̪̞̞͉̯͚̿́͒̍̎̕̚͝͠ć̵̡̡̙̥̲̟̳̹͉̝͕͌̑̌̊̑̀̌̃͛̚ķ̷̨̹͔̦̗̬͎̜̯̓̈́͊̌̀̓̌̅̕̕͝ ̸̗͚͍̣̜̙̝̦͈̱̈́͑̏͒̔̈́͛̓̃̄͠ͅt̵̡̧̩̗̖̞͕͓͈̜̩͑͑̎͆̿̄́̌̂̄͝ö̴̪̖̰͔̬̰͔̖͈̖̜́̉̈́́͛̎͗͘̕͘͝ ̶̡̡̖͇̻̞̩̪͔̟̊̓̓̏̏̽̈́̌̆̚̚͜t̶̨̝͙̥̣͇̯̪̟͎̺͒͊̾̐̋̐̎̄͋̚̕ḩ̵̳̼̟̘̠̲̹̰͙̘͐̒͐̒̉̓̈́̒̚͝ę̵̨̬̠͈͈̫̹͕̓͋͑̒̂͂͋̒̐͆̇ͅ ****** He is speaking, Speaking for me... I̸̡̱̥̙̮͔̫̦͔̭̐̎̑̉̊̊͑̄͛͐̚'̸̪͕̞̼̪̜̪̣̞̗̰́̽̏͊̽̋̅͐͊̋͝m̷̮̠̤̞͉̱̘̗̣̬̈́̀̊͒͛͗̒̈́̿͝͝ ̵̨̛̻̹͔̙̣͉͓̻̟̩̈́̊̊́̀͑͊̚͝͠ḁ̷̢̛̩̮̥̗̙͉̦̣̹̇̈́̋̔͋̚͘̚ ̸̧̡͇̬͉̤̩͎̰̫̙̃͂̃͂̈́̇͛̔͒͑͠w̴̛̫̼̝̯͙̱̤̘̦̾̀͑̈́̍́̈́͆̿͜͠ö̶̲̻̪̬̜͖͍̠̱́̓̇̅̏̆̒̃͂͜͝͠ͅr̸̺̣̪͚͔̟̞̜͉͇̿͋̎͊̑͐̈̑̌͒͆t̸̨̢̛̝̞͚̹̫͔̥͚̑̂̀̏̈́̀͑̓͜͝h̸̛̛̛̟̫̙̠̘̙̼̬̠̹̦̃̾̎̈́̽̕̕l̸̡̧͔͖͚͉̞̖̖̦̳̃͊̂͊̊̀̆̈͘̚̕ę̷̰̻͕̣̥̣͖̼͎̗̒̂̈̔̾̿͒̉͛̇͝s̵̨̛̥̱̤̲̼̖̪̫͉̀̾̏̏̀̔̿̾̕͠ͅš̶̢̛̪̠̫͕͉̠̱̪͓̱́̾́͛́̈̂͘̚ ̴̘͈̝̫͈͔̙̣̖͖͕́̀̓̈̓̍̿̽͝͝͝ḥ̷͉̰͖̭̠̱̯̞̓̃͗͒͑̀͛́̽͋̚ͅͅů̶̥̤̗̞̙̙͈͕̻̯͊̑̔́̊̋̓͘̚͜͝m̸̛̠̰͙͇͔̯̻̼̪̜̑̈́̓̒̔̋̈̒̈́͂à̸̳̰̥͍̣̝̪̻͙̺͖̐͛̀̓͛̃̈́̍̽͘ň̵̯̬͇̻̙̲̟̙̘̰̻̋̿̿̿̋̇̈́̑͑͠ ̶̢̨̩̫͎̭̙̼̻̠͒̃̏̌̈́̊̓̌̌̀̿ͅb̶̨̖̰̳̘̝͙̬̝̺̭̄̆͛̆̾̈́͛̂͑͛͝ḝ̸̢̜̠̪̗̞̫͎̫̐̅̑͒͑́̇͝͝ͅì̸̧̟͓͖̖̠͍̝͎̜̅̀̊͐̃͑̋̔͜͠͠ņ̴̨͔̹̘̫͎̪̜̞͛̂̔̐͒̈͌̌̊̈͝ģ̸͙̠̪̻̯̠̞͚͕͐̎̑̊̉͒́̓̋̕͜͠.̵̡̛̘̜͍̠̥̙̖̻̱̞̊̇͒̈́͛̐͂̋̀͠ He's still speaking, Speaking for me... Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me. Exorcists can't save me now, I swear to you, That I'm fine... Please, let me die, Nerves that I grind. Speaking louder, in my own voice, Blocked by the voice of a demon inside. I act coy, and I play nice... Only to die on the inside. I need an exorcism. I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃ Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍ Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫͉̱̝͈̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̜̹͔͚̊̎̔́͂͗ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̧̡̲͕̭̲̓̇͗̊̈̓ I̸̢̨̭̤͖͇̗̮̯̱͔͇̘̥̙͉͔̿̊̈́͛̉̉́̌̿͂̇̊̾̎͋̒̕ͅ ̷̧̛̩̮͖̻̺̖̱̳̰̥̝̣͈̲̹̀͗͊̆̿̈́͂͗͌͘͘̚͜͝͝͠n̴̢̧̢̥̼͉͕̗̗̩͉̥̦̻͉̮͙̹̉̅͌̐̄͂͛̾̄̈́̂́̀́̕͝ḙ̷̢̡̨̟͙̜͙̫̺͔͕̠̫̩̰̱̃͗̾͊̎̔͌̀́̋̏́͘͜͠͠ę̶̨̡̛̠̹̼̣̰̞̖̼͚̳͔̝͇͇̒̈́̎̎̌̍͒̀̿̄͋͘͘͝͝ͅḑ̴̡͎͈̗̹͓̖̺̹̪̲̥͕̻̞̀̅̓̇̀̆͌͐̇̚̕̕̚̚͠͠ ̴̧̨̠̣̺̻͉̟͎̟̥̺̻̼͉̰́̋̿̒̑̓̈́̏̂͑͋͆̈́̾͌̀͜͝ă̸̢̢̳̗̤̮͉̹͚̙̪̬̥̮̰̽̑̈́͌͐̅͒͂̎̅͗̋͜͝͠͝͠ͅņ̴̯̹̩̯̬̙̖̗̗̱͇̭̥̱̦͋̈́͛͌͛̐̎̿̈́͑͘̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̣̯̺͕̖̼̖̫̥̜͕̰̖͔̃͂̐̈́̍̀̓̽̀́͛͂̏͑̎̕͜͜͜ḙ̸̢̨̡̨̢̢̱̹̖͓͇͚̪̞̻̈́̽͊͌̇̇̈́̿̀̿̔̂̄̎̈́͝͝͝x̴̨̢̢̭̖̥̙͕͖͙̬̜͖̣̪̙͓͑̿̑̀͊͌̋̾̇̍̍̂̈̔͋̆̕ọ̶͙̮̫̬͉̣͙̲͖̝͓̤̬̠̻͓͍̃̔̃̃̈́̔̇̈̆̐̋̀̚͠͝͠r̷̡̻͔̟͕̮̠̻̲͖̟̬͉̱̞̿̀̋̒͗̓̇̌͗̅̾̌̈́͒͒́͜c̵̨̛̮̼̮̼̗̜̣̥͎̳͈̻̹͉͉̺̺̽̉̏̓̊̋͒͑̆̌̇̊̈̚͝͝͠ì̵̡̠̟̙͓̭̤̥̺̯͙͕̟̯͉͓̫̹̇̓͆̈́͑̃̎̈́̀͂̍̀̿͘͝͝͝s̵̡̢̢̟͇̼̻̼͉͎̳̬͈̜̜̹͕͐́̈̂̈́̉̋̎̑͗͌͐͋͋̐͘m̷̢̡̛̪̦͚̙̭͓̝͔̣̙̦͚̼̤̣̓́̆̒̈́͌̄̽̋̉̀́̀̕͘͜.̸̨̧̢͚͍̼̝̥̙̯͕̮̱̻̺̤̍̽́̑̽͋̔͊̿̀̆͆́́͒́̚̕ͅ I̶̛̬̺͎̘̳͙̖̙̻̳̙͖̮͓͖̠͖͍̦̳͓̳̳͖̲͕̩͎̺͐̐́͌̊̍̈́͗̊̿̿̑̌̒̓̂̏̇͐͐̀̂̔̊̽̉̓͂̑̓̅̈́̋̀̋̽͆̾̂̐̈̀̾̓̐͒̒́͑̚̚̚̕̕͘͜͝͝ ̷̧̢̛̫̬͍̮̗̼̗̱͚̫͔̘͔̩̩̜̦͉͖̥̞̹̯̠̖̮͕̃̆̀͗̎͊͐̾͒̔̀̈́̿̅̓̊͗͋̀̈́͂̉̀̑͛͒̾̏̆̿̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅṅ̵̨̨̢̛̛̼̗̹̼͓̞̠͉̯͎̩͉̳̣̺̳͕͍̠̻͔͕͙͈͔͔̜̮̤͓̳̲͂͌̊̾́̏́̾̓̓͑̀̿͛̔̓̌̉̓̊̾̔̌́̊̏̅̕͘̚̚͜͝͝ę̸̨̨̨̛̛̻̖̥̬̹̣̼̦̦͔̞̳̱͎̩͍̳̠̘̟̰̖̖͎̮͍͓͈̬̳̝͚͕̪͕̘̪̻̟̮̝̘͈̻̼̭̱̹̖̩̻͌̍͒̾̿̿͌̍͒͐͋̐̓͗̌͌̆́̒̀́̊̈́̽͊́̍̆̅̔̚̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̴̢̡̡̢̛̛̜̗̠̺͉̺̩̠̳̰̳̰͔̩̭̘̝͈̲̣̹̣̬̼̺̯͖̼͇̘͔̣͔̝͈͕̼̫͓̞̪͕̔͒̋̑̽̋̈̈̂̊͑̒͌̔́͑͗͐̒̅̃̌̆͊̐̽̄͐̓̀͊͛̄͆͛͐̊́̔̐͑̍̽͒̔͝͝ͅḓ̵̡̨̧͍̲͉̹̪̪̙͕͉̘̼̮̟͈̩͔̦̪̟̭͙̠̠͍̯̤̦̥̱̟͕͉̉̊̒̏̔͐͂͌̎͐͒̑͋̓̎̀̆̑̈́̈͒͌͗̅̂̎̀͂̓͘̕̕̕͜͜͝ ̵̧̨̡̨̢̨̛̛̭̲͚͖̰̺̪̰͉͍͓̗̟̦̙̘̝͉͙͓͔̻͚̩͉͍̯̣͈̠̤̬̞̖̻̞̻̗̣̪̽̀͐̃͂̀̄̔̄̑̑̔̉̓̆̔̍̒̆̓̇̑̋̌̋͆̅̑͂̀͗̏͌͗̅̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅą̸̨̨̢̡̢̨̨̙͙͙͖̝̟͉̘̱̣̤̻̯̱̰̺͓͕̙̯̱̬̹͙̝̣͓̙̱̬̻̣̱̝̝̥̘͖͉̣̲̮͔̱̞̜̻͔̍̓̌̒̒́̈́̄̋̏̒̅͂͋̓͋̑̔͛͋̉̾̿̃̍̉̄͐̂͒͘͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̧̟͈̙͖̦͕͇̗̺͇̬͎̮͎̝̰̣̹̦̝̹̖̞̊̒̇̊͌̏̈̑͑͗̈́̅́̉́͛̀͗̈̏̈̐̃͐͗̅̀͑͊̔͌̽́̄̔̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̨̧̡̡̡̛͖̬̪̬͙͍̰̜͖͉̙̥̜̤̼̻̠͕̲̥̱̪͙̝̭͕͖̮̰̳̲̫̮̝̲̘̠̼̳̻̪̥̤͗̿́̽͑̀̈́̈̑͌̏̍̉̒̅̊̋̎̊̒̍̂̂̂́͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅe̴̡̛̟͚̳̦͕̱̦͇̗̳̗̘̙̭̝̟͍͉̬͖̻̰̜͒̈̒̔̈́̋͋͌͊̏̈́̐̓̀̿͋̽́̏̄͆̏̄̏́̄̀̄͑͐̑̐̈́͋͌̒̊̉͗͘͝͝͠͠ͅx̸̢̢̢͈̗͚͕̜̦̰̰̪̭̦̳͕̪̻͕̮͙̟̭̳̘͎̖̟̣͍̯͖̖̩̙̗̩̮̲̜̣̥̜̼̯̞͇̉̂́͐̆͐̊̉̈́̄̐̉̈̓̀̍̏̾̉̑͑̀̒̀͋̀̿͆̈́̽̒̀͆̂͗̍̂̂̾͂̏̉̕̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅǒ̴̡̢̡̟͚͖̥̘̰͎̥̘̖̯͈̗̣͎͓̲͙̺͔̩̭̜̲͍͇͓̜̣̌͆̀̂̄̅̈́͒̊̎̓́̅̒̽̓̑͐͗̆̆͑́͐͌́̿́̆̃̋̑̀̍̋͘̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅr̸͕̝̣͍̮̥̲̪̹͈̹̲̜̩̠̟͙̠̙̻̥̝̲̮̲͔̥͉̃̂̇̂̒̌̈̇̉̃̓̃̔̍̐̍͑̀̓́͋̽̿̆͊̿͆́́̈́͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅç̵̡̡̨̡̢̛̛̛̭̺͔͍̖̱̪̫̞̻̩̠͙̞̗̘̺͍͙̲̜̰͓̮̙͖͚̘̞̮̹͓̯̺̙͖̗̹͍̤̹͕̤̰̦̦̉̊̀̈́̀͊͌̽̐͋͐͛̄́̾̐̏̊͋̈̀͛̈́́̆̀͛̄̋̐̂́͆̑̒̊̌̑̈͐̇̈̇̓̐̊̕̕ͅi̶̡̜̩͈̮̳͚͇̼̥͚̪̫̼̩̰̝͓͇͕̫̣̠̥̞͎͉̜͓̞͖͍͕̹͖̺͔͗́̓͗͑̌̍̓̒̓͌̄͋͒̀̅͒̾̆̐͋̕̕̚͝͝s̴̨̧̡̛͔̞̟̺͉̟̗̫͉͎͕̠̮̩̬̝̯͕̲̭͓̫̫̟̤̝̝̞̗̫̰̳̦̱̘̥̗͈̞̗̻̯̘͖̪̓̑̇̒̓̆̎̈̒̃̈́̓̈́̄͌̔̐̀̒̆̀̕͝͝͝ͅͅm̵̡̛̱̰͙̪̯̮̘̣̹̞͈̖̠̠̯̤̭͇̼̗̣̟̤̪͍͓̜̞̩͙͔̭̗͍͍̲̤̳̯̪̬͖͑͋͐͗̎͑̅̂̀͛́͑̈̓͗̅̍̊̇̑̐̌̽̊͛͋̊̂̆̉͐̍́̕͜͝͠͝.̵̨̧̪̗̥͈͔̘̪͇͍̱̼̺͉̺̗̣̹̠͈͔̭͇̱͈̹͛͋̿̋̊̆̽́͒̀́̂͗̉̑̍͊̽͐̈́̀͑̌̄͌̽̐̃̎̎̉̋̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ******** liar. ******** ̵̙̋l̴͍͐i̵̟̋ā̶̜ŕ̶̰.̸̡́ ******** ̸̱͍̩̞̽́̓͗̑͜l̸̗̠͕̞̳̇͋́́̕ī̸͓̘̺̩̟͆͑͑͘ǎ̵͙̠̖̞͎͒̏̓͊r̸̩̦̠̣̩̀̄̇́̎.̸͇̤̩̬̞̈́̽̇̓̎ Everything you told me were lies. Y̸̡̽o̴̲̒u̸̡͝ ̴̱̓l̶̳̽ě̵̻f̵̜̽t̸̫͑ ̷̤͘m̶̪̐e̶͖̒ ̸̗̈́h̷͙̾ḙ̴͗r̸̙̈́e̶̡̒ ̷̮̋t̵͚̉o̸̜̊ ******* ̸̫̀d̸̼̓i̵͓̐e̵̮̅.̷͚̍ Ę̸̟̣͖̹͑͐̋̓̌́̿͜͜x̸̨͓̮͚̹̼̻̓͐̍́̀̕͝e̵̢̛̥̗͓͙̰̣̊̎͋̔̕͝r̷̲̙͎̜͖̝̪̍́̃̑͛̋͌c̶̛̟̹͙̞̘͛̀̎́̂̀͜ͅï̴̘̩̘̰̱̹̘͑̑̈́́̕͠ŝ̵̡̻̜̞̝̠͚̎͛̇͊̚̕ę̶̬̹͈̺̖͚̅̈́̿̀̋̕̚ ̴͓̬͇̜̠̪̈́́͊̽̈͛͐ͅm̷̤͚̙̫̗̺͙͛͊̈̐̏͆̚e̶̡̜͉͖̼̞̾̇̀̆̃͝͝ͅ.̷̨͔̥̻̩͕̤̂̓̿̅̆̿̄.̶̤̝̘̘̯̼͌͑̑̎̍̅̐ͅ.̴̨̨̛̪̜͎͉͔̅̽͑̾̓͝ ̸̣̦̬̮̹̯͈͋̑̃̒̀͝͝Ģ̸̧̛͍̮̮͚͆̄̑̑̕͝ͅę̴̛̱̞̼̤̮̭̒̈́͛̽̐̂ṫ̶͓͓̩͎̼̳̓́͗̀͗̕͜ ̶̰̟̞̠̳͓̘́̾́̀̽̏̑t̶̢͚̺͕̹̭͈̓̑̂̓̆̔̽ḣ̴̦̺͈̟̻͊̄̈́͗͘͜͜͠ḙ̸̬̮̮̠̼̖͊̿̄̓̒̈́͠ ̵̢̡̱̪͓̘͎̈́̌̓̈́̉̆̚d̴͙̝͈͙̼̳͗̿͌̍̋͜͠͝ę̵̨̩̯̝̳̗̈́̄̏͊͑́͠m̷̛͈̱͍͚͎͈͕͆͆̎́͗̓o̶̰̰̖̖̹̲̔́̄͛̆̕͜͝n̵̛̛̳͚̟̮͎̗͉̓̍̔̐̐ş̸̟̩̗̠̹͊̓̂̎̓͠͝ͅ ̵̢̨̡̲̹̲̞̀̿̃̑̍̓̅o̵̧̖̝̞̫̱̺̍̓͗͑́̔͌ư̷̱̤̫̲̘̮͔̓̈́̓͋̐t̶̡̘̲̳̲͔̹͆̎͗͗̔͊͐ ̶͔̩͍̲̩̒̊̆̎̐͛̊͜ͅǫ̶̼̝̺̖̠̤̐́̊̏̎̃̈́f̵̨̧̢̤̞͕̮̂̄̿̽̀̏͘ ̴̰̭̞̭̟͈̗͗̂͂͂͌́͝m̸̨͔̳̟̬̰͉̄̆̅́̀̌̕ę̵̢̮̖̠͉̹̔͊͆̎̓͛́.̸̬̼̤̟̳̰̣̅̅͋̄̐̔͘.̸̻̟̞͓̬̙̺̇̆̏̄̃̒͝.̷̧̝̜̻̭̝̓̏̒̾́͗̒ͅ I̵̧̧̛̻̥̘͔̫͓̲̣̩̖̯̻̜̗̥̗͕̝̗̤͓͓͚̦̔̉͂̌̈́̊͆̍̔̿̃̒̓͆͂̊̏̍̋̊͛̌͗̄̽̅̕̕̕̕͜͝ ̷̡̢̻̼̬̳͎̣̹̞͎̥͚̻̦̪̰̫̳̣͚̮̐̀̿̊̔̔̆̓̊̔́̎̉͗̋̎̆̓̈́̀̾́̇͑́̈́͑̋͘͜͠͝ͅn̷̢̛̤̪͈̫͇̦̹̣͓͔͕̝̬̞͔̙̬͖̙̱̜͍̦̮̎̌̊̍̃̽̆̾̽̏̋̿̐̋̓̈̑̓̌̏͘͘͘͜͝͝ȩ̴̧̡̧̢̬̻̞̮̺̟̣͎͉̮̥̖̲̟͍̟̯͈͚̟̻͎̗̳̲̼͖̳͎̫̣̳̤̯͒͂͋̅͑̏́̈́̾͑͒̇͂̆͂̂͒̆̐̾͌̾͑̏͘͝͝͠é̴̢̨̤̺̜͇̺͔͚̱̝͇͈̦͉̖͎͙͎͍͈͙͖̲̤͕͖͔̞̫͉̤̭̰̀̂̇́͆̿̏̽̽̓̈́̎̋̓͒̿̋̄̈́̒̀͌́̋͂̒͌̈́̏̄͑͒͘͘͘̕͝͝ͅd̸̛̯̦̟̱̫͔̫̩͖͖̥̺̩̺͔̤̭̯̹̺̼̲͇̲͍̱̪̪̘́̈̍͛̓́͛̔͗͐̈́̄̈́̑͐͑͋͒͌͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̷̧̢̣̹̬̬͉͕̠̦͕̙̖̤̝͈̘̹̼̹͖̮̳̺̥͚͔̫͖͒̊͌̉̍̍̌́̓̏̇̈́͌̑̈́̀̏͑̎̔̇̊͊͋̔̽̒͆͂̿̓̊̌̂̕͜͝͠ͅã̴̧̧̢̫̞̳̮̻̮͍̬̘̮̺̦͓̤̩̖̪̩̝͇͙͎͖̮͚͙̫͕̐͋̍͗͋͛̀̅̾̎̆̀͐̈́̑̓͛̾̃̑̓̃̽͗͑̇͝͠͝ͅņ̴̡̡̟̤͔͔̘̳͙̺͈̟͕̦̟̹̳̮̲͇̮̟̯̮̖̮̤̪͚͙̥͖͋̎̀̿̃̔̑̏̉̾̄̃̀̾̃̆̒̾̄͋̇̇̓́̏̑͠͠ ̶̡̨̧̧̧̲̦̠̠̙͎̞̤̟͍͇̭̮̟̜̖̤͚͇̩̣̥͓̥͕̖̹̊͂̈́̅͆͛̉̿̌̎̐̈́̈́̑̀̄̈́̏͑́͊͆̎̒̾̔̑̒͗͊͊̕ͅȩ̵̧̳̳͇͍͈̻̣͚̘͚̞̹͔͕͕̹͇͙̮̣̥͎͎̹̠̲̭̌̈́́͒̿͒͐͂͑͑̌̑̑́̂̒̋̈́͌͛̏̂̊͋͋̆̉́̎̚͝͠͝x̸̧̛̗͎̟͇͇̻͖̼̜̪̳̳̫̩̟͇̻͈̺͕̞̯̰͍͍̲͔͎͛̓͌́̇̌̓̅̈́͒̿̾͛̌͌̈̐̾̊̈͆̐̐̿̅̏̃͒͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅǫ̶̢̨͔̱̞̥̗͓͔͇͕̩̞͉͎͓̤̻̲̬̪̝͈̯̘̺̉̐̃̂͑̈̇͒̀͑̋̓̍͆̅̒̐͒́̆̿͐̽̈̽̓̑̚͘̚ͅṛ̴̡̨̢̢̡̢̨̭̲̖͚̼̣̪̰͎̠͉̙̝̫̣̮̞̯̼̤̫̬̣̲̼̣̉̐̐̽͒̍̋̍͑̈́̒̌̈́͌̑͆͑͋̍̿͗̅͐͐̈́̈́̐̕͘̚͜͠͝c̴̢̢̡̛̠̪͔̞̩̦͕̞̼͇̥̖̜͖̖̘̲̟̲̼̟̮̺̪̮̪̫͈̩̭̲͍̳͐̒̓͌̈̀̍͑̃̎̾̉̀̃͋̅͐̌͒̊̾́̅̕ͅͅī̶̢̨̢̛̺̟̮̼̳̞̲̗̞̻̮̯͖̭̹̦̪̲̟͚̦̠͔͙̟̺̜͌͐̆̒̇̐̈̏̇͑͛̈̏́͗̏̈͗͒̋͆́͆̀̉̐͊͑̕̚͝ͅs̵̡̢̡̛͕̲̖̤͍̟̼͉̭̠̦̬̲͍̤̱̭̹̹̠͈̣͉̣̭͎̼͈̭͍̈́̋̎̆̋̄̋̐̅͑̓̔̾̈́̓̽͒̊͒̓̈́̑̔̒̃͆̃̈̕͘͘͘͜͜͝͝͠ͅm̴̧̡̡̛̛̞̯̦̠̻͈͍̺̺͙̥͎̘̘̼̗͙̰̫̞̭͉̜̘͔̗̺̠̟̗̹̼̞̓̆̈͊̔̃̇͋̋͊͐̈́͌̈̅͗͌͛̾̆̓̅̕͠͠ͅ.̴̧̛͇̟͎̺̦͖̻̫̳̣͎̣̪̼͇͖͕̳͍͕͇̟͎̀͒̎͛̈́̎̌͌̆͑̈̔̇͂̇̑̈́͂̉͌͗̔͋̇́͒̚̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̧̨̱̱͇̰̺̫̣̻̯͉̲͔̟̪̱̮͇̺̮̰̪̥͓̣̜̦͉̖̼̇̔́̅̂͊̓͑̈́̾̃̾͋̿̉͊̐̄̈̑̈̆͒͒̎̆́́͛͘ͅI̷̪̳͓̬̝̮̱̞͚̣̱̹͚͕̠͎̥̤̰͎̩͎̝͈͙͉̯̭̱̱̘̰̓̽̈́̋̿́̑̋̆̾͂̋̓̆̌̓̂̂̋̾̊͑͐̓̔́̏̊̕̚̚̕̕̕̕͜͝ ̸̢̧̢̛̯̖̟̜̘͔̺̩̻̣͈̺̥͕̪͇͔̼͖̙̪͉͈͔̥͚͐̌͌̃̑̑̀́̑̂́͐͑̽̔̓̾̓̒̑͒͋͛̏͂͗̿̕͘͜͝͠͝͝ñ̵̨̨̛̛̹̫͓̳͍̖̟̫̺̣̻̭̗͍̦͙͈̬̰̮̤̥̫͙̲̌̿̌́͊̃͆̆͗͒̔͛̀̀́̎̈͊̓̊͘͘͜͝ͅě̴̢̡̧̛̼͖̼̹̻̥͕͔̫̥͙̘̖̥̻̲̥͉̖̬̘̯̟̬͖̜͇̋̌͊̃͛̏́͌̈́̈́͒͒̓̈́̋͒̈́̃̾̋̋̎̊͑͋͜͝͠ě̴̡̡͍͚̜̯͚̗̭̩̬̪̺͚̮̠͓̗̝̻͙͔̯̗̲̮̜̠̮̾̑̐̑́̈́̋̋̂̍̀̾̐̑̋̅̿̓͒̀̈́̃̇̿́̃͐͋̍̚͘͜͝͝͠͠͝d̴̡̧̡̛̛͕͓̘̗̘͙͚͕̹̫̻͚̞̪͓̰͕̗͖̭̥̦̪̞̗͎̈͗͌̍̐̔̀͗͗͑̎̑̿͊́͋͒̇̐͌̓͆̒͗̽͗̈́̕͜ ̷̡̢̨̧̡̛̛̩̘̦̯͇̹̗͙̝̹̙̦͎̞͍̳͈̪̯̜̺̟̤̼͈͙͐͌̏̈́̊͒̓̔̅͊̀͋̍̇͛̊͆̊̓̽̚͘̚͜͜͝ͅͅá̵̛͔̖̝̜̺̘̹̝͚̱̼̳̟̮̞̞͈̬͙͇̘̙͉̦̙̬̩̭̦̌̿̏̌͐̄̈́̅̀͌̆̉̋͐̎͗̈̅̚͘͜͠͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅņ̷̡̨̧̨̭̺͎̘̫͖͖̮͍͖̗̟̙̙̗̘̭͉͈̙̼̟͎̥͎̖͍̃̋͂̆͒́͗̓͋̊͋͐̾͋͌̈́̆͆̃̒̈́̓̀̌̌̏͌̍͌̈́̈́͒͊́̇͜͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̤̹̖̯̝̲̗͔̬͍̫̗̦̳͚̟̩̲͖̩̱͉͓̩̗͖̩̻̙͈̻̀̒́͋͊̅̈́̇̀̆̈́̈́̈́̆̌̽͗̃̓̎̍͐̓͌̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̸̡̧̢̡̛͕̭͎̟͎̮͍͕̞̥̪̟͕̻̮͕̰̣̫̼͔͙͇̱̩̞̯̝̾̂͐̽̄̓̈̾͑̎̃́̾̌̏̀̌̓͐̅̒̃͂̈̔̔̒̿̂̚̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅx̷̡̧̢̨̡͉̺̩͉̯̼̘̦̣̼̱͚͓͓̳̻̣̲̺͚̭̭̜͎͉̱͚̟̜̞͚̯̙̀̈́̌̀͊͆̆̀̀̈́̿̂̈͋́̊̋͛͂͆̽̐͌͗̚͜͝͝͝ơ̵̧̨̨̨̡̺͍͈̤̲̳̹̯͇͔̘̙͓̘̪̻̠̮̤̹̫͑̀͂̊͑͒̌͊̏͗̉͐̇̈́̒̿͐̑̾̅̈̍͐̀̑̔̕̕͝͝͝ͅŕ̸̡̨̡̨̨̨̛̥̳͇͍͖͚̳̫̼̱͎͎͎̤̗̰̭̦̬̜͗͊̓̂̿̅̌͋̊̉̍͐̓̌̂̅͛̿̅̾̌͊͜͜͝ͅc̵̨̧̛̗̙̖̝̤͕͉̰̗̜͎͓̝̝̩͙̻̰͈̹̞̰̼̲̲̆̓̆̍̒͋͛̒̉̑͆̈́̄̒̈́͗́̅̀̾̇͆͌̀̽̍̀̍̇̈̄̌́̃͌̔̋̕í̵̡̢̢̨̡̡̛̛͉͎͇͎̥͇̺̺͔̙͇̲̞̥̯̫̰̰̻͔̪̙̯̜̘͉̰͇͚̼͗̉͑̈̍̂͛̅̈̔̈͂̽̉͂̽͆̔́̉̾̌̚͜͜͠s̸̨̛̩͎͚̰͙̟̮̦͙̪̭͉̹̥̲͖̺̟̳̖̩̺͙̘̲̲̱̭̻̝̙̳̊͛͐͑̇̍͊̌́̒͑̊̉̈́̓̈̈́̎̈́̉͛̆͆͑̚̕͝m̵̢̛̫͚̟͍̫̤̗̥͙̬̯̦͔͓͎̫̮͇͉͈͕̗̹̖̜̩̪̺͉͍̹̺͙͚͖͋͗͒́̄̇̅̿̒̀͐́͂̌͆̑̊̿͒̀̏͆͑̂̃̊͋͗̚͘̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͠.̶̺̯͈̻̦̹͖̗̪͉͚̺͚͚̩͖̯̺͔̰̹̪̮͓̤̫̦̬̗͊̑̔̆̈́̑̔͛̎̾̑͗͆̑̑͐̓͗̂͌̿̾̒͌́̌͆͑̅̈́̐͐̀̚̚͘͝ ̷̡̢̡̛̲͈̬͙͚͚͙̬̖͉͕͎̱̙̥̮̯͚̬͕̖̜̫͈̰̯̫͎̟͓͕̠̱͙̒͛̓͌̔̽̈͆͋̋̆͑̔̍͋̋̐́̉̔͂̾͋̿͝ͅI̷̡̨̢͓̯̻̥͚̠̰̘̻̣̦͇̳̙̙̗̪̱̝̝͍̟̥̫̞͔̼͈̝͓̞̱̗͉̝͐̔̓̃͊͌̑͂͊̐͋̑͆̀͂̍̎̒̀́̄͆́̅̕͝ͅ ̸̛͕̣͖͇̦͍̺̝̯̬͉͔̩̗̘̩̪̬̙̣̜̱͕̪͓͈̩͎͕̹̠̳̘̤̯̥̪̃͒̉̃̾̇̀̾̓̈͒͛̄̿̈́̿̄̇͊̏̾̀͋̈̐͊̃͑̚͜͜ń̸̨̨̨̩̜͈̯͓̲̳̮͇͎͙̺̺̫̟̗͚̖̤̜̩̝̖͌̂̃̀̌͑͂́̽͑̀͋̈́̅̎̇͗̑̊̊̀̎̾͛̀̑̂͘͘͝͝͝͝ͅȇ̵̢̝̹͖̰̥̹͍̫͖̠̰̪̬͕̲̜͚̫̖͚̜͔̣͂͋̾̿̆̀̑̈̈́̓̽͂͒̈́̓̽͋̑̒͐͋͂̌̊̈́̇̌̕͝e̵̡̡̨̺͚͙͉͈̩̦̭̻͚̰͙̙͕̼̱͙̹̻͕̠̳̺͉̗͉͈̦̞̙̘͇̩̅̀͆̉͆̇̓̇̌̑̉́̑̀͗̅̈́͋͆͊̏̀̌͊̈́̾̒̕͠͝͠͠͝d̵̨̨̼̜̺̣̻̬̮͚͖̰̘̤̪̯̘͚̤̙̖͈͈̙̠̰̺̮̠͒̅͛͒͒̇͛͐̋̈̄͆̂̊͑͋̿͐̎̿̀͒̎́̓̎͌̐͛͗͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̨̢̨̨̢̢̛̗̝̪̠̱̜̤̺̯͓̲̩̺̝̺̖̰̮͉̯̲͉̤̳̱̥̪͚̥̳̉́̓̀͒͌͛̾͛̒̒̍̉̈̎̔͗̅͑͊́̃͌̅͆̍̄̋͘͘̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝ͅͅą̷̡̛̳̗̥̭͙͇̦̳̗̫͚̝̮̲̥̦̜̬̘͎̼͉̺͙̬͕̳̻͍̬͚̻̺̽͌̐͋͆̀̑̓̽̃̊͋̌̈́͌̃̑̾̀̈́́̌̃͂̓́̊̔̈́͗́͋̄̚̕͝͝n̴̨̨̢̨̠̠̙̖̺͙̬̰͕̱̣̥̫̤̻͎̮͚̲͉̝͖̪̘̖̟̦͔̤̹̞̜̙͚͚̔͂̒́̾͌͋̅̂̈̎̑̑̅͋͑͒̈͂̾͒̋̔́͌̃̍̽̒͑͐̕͝͝͝͝ ̸̧͕͉̭̞̜͙̠̞̣̫͔̞͙̠̲̞͍̠̼̦̫͉͇̳͉̪̗̞̩̩̫̞̫͈͔̲̤̄̀̆̈̾̐̇̔́͛͌̆̄͆̈͆̿̃̌́̊̀̈́̈͛̆͋̚͘͘͘̕̕͜͝ê̷͇̩͙̣̯̭̳̭̤̻̞͎̻̘͚̟̹̠̺̻͎͖̬̗̫̈́̾͑̂̅͌̽͛̊̾͌̈̌̅̽̏̋̋̌͛̍̇͛̽̂̓̈͗̄͆̚̚ͅx̷̳̠͕̫̼̜͈͕̺̬̬̳̥͓̫̻̠̘̝̣͉̻̮̹̝̮̤̰̂̋̒͗̉̽̒̄̓̿̌̇͐̌̆̉̈́́̈́̿̚̕͘͘͜͝͠͝ơ̸̧̡̹͉̱̯̫̳̳̩̯̟̺̺̬̬͎̺̘͓͓̣̞̭̗͍̪̖̳͎͂͛̀͊̂̀̓̐̎̈̽̄̈̈́́̆̔̈̎̿̀͘̕͠͝ͅŗ̶̧̬̙͇͍̮̰̬̥͇͉̻̠̦̠̪̗̝͍̪̬̤̙͎̍̃̈́̓̆͊̑́͛̾̒̔̎̋́̋̂̆̃̓̇̀̊̈͂̽͐̚͠c̶̢̨̛̟͍̱͇͙͍̱̤͔̹͇̬͓̗̲͔͇̳̱̣̺̔̀̍̈̿́̈́̍̑͋̆̊̓̏͋̋̽̅̆̇͘͘͘͜͝͝ͅi̴̧̛̛̖̘͈͔̣̳̹̙̰͙̜͎̦̪̹͕̦̗̻̣̗̞̺̹̤̩͇͎̮̹̩͊̾̒̀͌͛̓͒̂͛͋̔̐́̃̽̓͗͗̐͆̿̀̾̓̌͂͘͘̕͝͝͠͠͝ͅş̷̡̢̱̟͖̥͙̠̳̹͕͈̗̤̠̻̥͔̺̥͈͎̙̪̏̿̃̇̎̎͛̏͋̐̋̈̀̋̋̓̏̐̅̓͆̕̚̚͝͝m̸̨̢̛̮̬̯̺͉͈̘͙̪̙̣͇̥̙͉͙͈̠͍͍̝̝̞̹̟͓̥̥͙͂̐͌̇̾̃͗̈́̾͗̑͆̈́̑̐̑̄̌̉̀͛̎͗̒̈́̚͘̕͜͝.̶̨̧̢̡̡̡̛͚͈̺̙̮̤̭̩͎̗͉̜͔̘͍̦͉̯̩̼̄̈́̈́̀̑͂̓͆̊̈́́̾̔̒̒̈́̈́͛̅͋̒̈̾̀̔̾̚̚̕͜͝ͅ ̴̡̡̰̭͕̪̥̣̳͎͎͇̗͇͎͕͙̻̣͓̠̼̦͎͚̪̱͑͛̾̂͆̓̏̓͌͗͋͊͑̈́͂͊̓̓̾̂̌͂̅̊̑̐͘͝͝ͅȈ̷̢̧̡̨̺͉͕̦̫̙̗̘͇͇̤̬͓͈̣̣̲̤̥́̓͂̆͊̿͑͂̈́́̈́̈́͌̄̐̏͊̔̑̏͊̅͊́͜͝ͅ ̵̡̡̢̢̢̢͉̩̰̹̮͙̞͖̻͇̱̦͕̲̙͍̞̺͇̬̭̼̱̥̭̺̖͇̜̫̱̲̀̅̇̌͒̈́̀̇͌̽͆̃̂̑̾̂̎͂̅͗̇̎̊͗̀̀͑̕̚͝͠͝ͅñ̶̡̢̢̡̝̘͎͔͍̤̮̻̯̖͈͔̝̬͔͍̦̖͇͎̻̦͔̖̭̟̤̖̮͉̮̞̰̈̋̈́̍̒̇̂̈̾̄̐͐͂̑̾̉̓͗̆͋̏̄́̒̆̋̈́̍͐͒̿̓̕͘͝͝͝͠e̵̢̡̯̪͇͔͍͔̳̗̫͙̝̠̙̫̰̗̼͉̲̜̯̯͈̟̫͕̱̥͈̖̟̻͈̮̬̖̍̑̊̈́͗͗̉͌̑̑̐̊̎̏̃͋͆̈̾͛̐̄̊͌̎̚̚̕͝͠͝͝e̴̢̳̗̩̫̞̻̠̘̗̗͔̮̞̬͍̬̲͇͍̞̯͖̝̗̙̯͎͕̳͖͉̘͌̍̑͛̅̏̇̒͆̊́̏͌͆̽̅͌̐̂̓͛̊̿̈͐͋̅̀̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅd̷̢̰͖̜̤̜̼̘̠͖̱̯̯̜̬͚͚̩̪̜̠͉̹͆̐̓̎̈́̔̀̔̿̄̈́̓͒̈́̍̑̃͆̄̒̐͋̑͊́͗̽̊͒̂̈́̆̔̕̕͘͘͜͝ͅ ̸̧̢͎͖̗̮̮̟̘̼͚̥̹̗̱̲̫̝̫̮̳͓̤̭̣͌̑́̍̀̐̈́͆̾̈́͊̂̄̈́̃̍̈̑̇͐̓͒͑̔̈́͛͘̕͜a̷̢̢̨̧̛͍͕̫̤̣̦͈̭̱͕͉̫̱͍̯̱̲͔̯͐̊̈́̑͋̾͒͗̀̓̓͌͆̇̽̾͂̄̋̈́̀̑͛̇̈́̄̆̚͘͜ͅͅͅͅͅň̶̡̢̡̘̝̩͓̹̲̗͙̘̪͇͈̲͖̦̫̘͍̗̣̰̰͂̀̆͆̑̽̄̾̂̈́̏̀̔͊̒̋̀̃̈̔̇̋̈́̎̔̈͑͆̆́̒̎́͝͝͠͝ͅ ̴̧̢̧̡̛͍̞̼̼̠͖̹̱̖̯͙͓̝̰̹̼̖̫̝͈̦̺̺͔̹̲̬̮́̎͛̏͊̔̔̃̀͆͒̋̑̽̎́́͛̂̄̅̔̍̿̿͌̒̌̿̈́͘͝͝͝ȩ̸̧̨̛̲͇͎͔̝͖̮͔͎̯̣̟̗̰̯͈̹̜̭̻̼̯̻̗̥̲̯̫̫̝̬͇͙̣͍̎͆̒̎̍͊̈́̋̓͊͐̄̑͐̀͗͊̈͂́̒̐̎͊͘̚͘͝ͅx̷̡̡̧̢̛̩̭̙̻̺̱̞̥̣̣͔͍̤̘͇͈̹̯͓̙̮͇̗̩̫̳̻̬̦̱̦͑̊̿̇͗͊͑͆͌͐̀͂̀́́̇͋͒͋̕̕͝͝ͅͅơ̷̢̨̡̨̧̧̢̛̛̗̘͎̦͚͈̬̻͖̲̖̖̟̖̘͚̼͙̖̼̰̳̰̟̥̭̐̿͒̈́͊̎̽̎̿́͂́̋̀̒̈́͌̇͊͐̊͆̄͋͑̒͆́͗̈́̔͘͘͜͜͜͠͠͠ŗ̵̧̨̡̨͎͉̤̞̘̗̤̠̭̙̱̩̯̠̠̠̺̞̯̲̯̻̮̟̪͇͈͚͔̙͆̍̀͂͛͆͛̀͂͐̂̈̀̌͊̅͗̎̍̿̎̾͗̚͘͜͠c̸̢̫̞͖̗͚̘̠͖̹̙͎͔͎̻̘̗̻̞͇̳̳͉̥̼͑́̿͊̌̈́̍̏̑̋̽̀̈́̍̀̔̎́̔́͐̔̃͌̐̐͛͂̊̕̚͠ĭ̴̢̡̧̡͎͍̫̤̘̜̮̠̳̹̭̹̻͈̙͙͎̘̫̻͈̥̭̍̍̒̉͑̎̏̏͛̔͋̽̈͆̔̽̓́̔̅̑͆͌̔̚͜͜ͅs̶̨̼̝͕̠̹̞̘̦̥̤̟̣̹̣͍̯͖̥̦̬̰̭̫̼͉͈͍̪͇̭̪͛̈̓̌͆̎̄͋̀̈̅͋̏̋̀͛͌̍͐́́͋͋̐̎̋͛̕͝͠͝͝͝m̷̢̨̧̢̡̧̨̛̯̫̣̯̪̱̦̱̮̥̹͈̜̠̼̣͍̪̝̝̱͔̳̝̗̭̲̈́̆͌̄͋͌̌͊̇̃̈́́̽̉̃͊̈́͆́̔̃̀͛̃̀̓̕̕̕͘͘͜͜͠ͅ.̷̨̛̛̛̖̲̪̥̹̲͕̣͕͇̜̬̝̰̪͈̥͔̬̱̝̖̘̣͙̳͚̹͋̓̆̇̍̏͒̽̅͛͒͗̾̋̋̀̐̍̑̄̀̓̊̉̅̌̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅ ̷̧̛̛͖͎̦̰̜̭̩̹̲̰̙̲̤̘̜͕̙̜̮̹̤̳͔̓̆̒̈́̈̐̈̌̿̇̈̄͛̑̔̎̈̉̀̆̑̈́̈̊̀͆͒̐̀̇͛̚̚̚͘͠ͅI̶̡̢̨̡̢͈̰̻͖͉͉̯̖͉̠̤͍͔̦͈͉̻̞̫̣̙̗̫̱̻͍̟̘̣̺̿̃́͒͂̐̐̓̑͊̈́̓̈́̊͂̆͋͆̃͗̄̾͂̌͗̽̀͆̓̕͘ͅ ̷̨̧̢̧̛͚̦͖̟̟͓̮̭̩͙͈͉̣̭̦̭̰̞̝̤̳̮͙̦͉̯̰͎͖̜͒̀́̋̌̄̐́͛͐͗̆̀̏̈́̑̀͐̿̐̍́́̈́̒͗̓̕̕͜͝͠ͅn̸̡̨̡̨̼̮͓̞͙̪̙̗̙̬͚̱̭̯̭͖̺̰̫̝͑͗̊̐̂̓̏̈͗̆͆͊̂̐̾̂̏̍͌̾̌͋͗͘͘͝ͅę̴̨̛̳̬̗̬̟͙͚̹̣̙̥̪̘̼̘̪͕̰͔͉̱͓̰̘͈̮̟̖̭̫͕͕͗̋͋̄̏͌̅̔̈́̿̽̃̈́̆̇́̒͊̂̊̏̅̈́̐̚͝͝͝ͅe̵̢̡͖̙̹̜͈͈̰̬̹̰͔̳̳̦͎̹͙̳̺͍̗̤̻̹̳͓͕̘͈͛͌̽̃̉̀͌͗̓̀̊̉̇́͐͐̏̀̅͌̉͛͊̊͊̀͆̇̾͘͘̚̕͠͝͝ͅͅd̷̢̨̡̛͕͓͔͚̝̰̗̜̹͖͖͖͇̟̼̠̮̬͎̖̱͔̀͌̀̐͐̀̽́̌̅̿̄̋̉̈́̀̏̏̅́̆͛̀̏͘̚͘͝͠͠͝ ̵̨̧̧̡̛̱̲̱̦͎̼̳̭̬͔̼̳͖̫̘̘̼͉͙̹͍͖͙͈͇̤͔̬̹͕̫̺̺̠̑̔͊̂̓̽̋̉͊͐̄͐̾̈́͂͐̓̏͒̑͊̽̃̚͘ͅa̵̢̡̛̛̛̻̪̪̮͕̠̰̝̬̳̟̪͈̭͚̟͇̥̱̞̓̾̈́̒̉́̐̀̈́̅͑̈̀̔̂̇́͑̓̆̕̕ͅͅͅǹ̷̨̢̳̠̟̲͓̱̹̠̣̦̻̖̝̮͙̫̪̫͔͈͖̭̘̽̄̀̀͒́̊̍̄͑̆̽̓̔̆̈̏̉̽̇̈́͌̍̈́́̇ͅ ̴̛͚̞͓̘̦̝̥̞̦̯͔̭̫̬̣̰̻̘̩͓̖̥̳̀̍̂̏̄̊͐̎̅͑́̓̔̋͗͛̐̈́́͌̿̌̾̀͘͘̚̕͝͝͝ͅͅẽ̷̡̦̟̘̖̖̖̦͈̰̞̦̫̞̤̰͔̳͓̣̟͕̮͓͖͙̀́̏͑͑̔̋̍̍̿͌̓̓͌̄̑̄̂̇͌̈́̋̈́̐͆̚̕̕͜͝͝x̸̢̢̧̞̼̹̪͚̮̰̱̳̞̲͍͔̭͖̟̻̬͍̼͓̳͕̖̫̳̖̖͔̤̰̫̿̿̈́̈́̋̔̇̊͐̉̈̅̿͒̋͒̐̀͒̂͛̇̐̋͆͘̕̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅơ̵̡̡̧̢̡̞̭͓̯͎͚̲̬͖̼͙̰̰͈͈͓̘̟͖̫̲̫̝͙̖͙̮̮̎̒͒̀̓̓́̔͗̍̎͆̂́̿̋͐̈́̂͠͝͝͠͝ͅr̴̨̡̨̛͕̠̣̻͕̪̬͕͎̦̥̟̝̰̦͚̫̗̯͔͉̰̞̂̍̑̈̅͂̿̌̑̃͒͒̆͛̀͊̃̒̑̐̀͊͌̑̊̿̌̓̅̓͋̃̚͘̕͠͝͠ć̵̡̡̛̹̼̭̤̩̬̳̘͈̮̰̲̗̭̲͈̹̰͖͇͋͐̓̆̓̅̋̌̽̽̑̊̈̐̊̐́̄̆̋́͒̄͂̏̌̂͑͘̕͘͜͜͝ͅͅi̴̡̛̩͇̟̝̰̮̤̖̫͓̼̫͍͙̩͇͍̱̳̖͙͔̞͚̳͕͕̊̾͌̾̑́̒͛̊̌͗͗̎͋͊̆̉̃͗̆͋̅͐̐̀̕͜͝͝͝͝s̴̢̡̡̛̛̛͇͔͚̳͉͚̼̗̝̦̱͎̲͖̟̳̰͇͍̦͚̹͓̱̓͋̀̉̋̇̅̔̐̑͌͐̇̑̇́̅̋͐̔̽̉̄̌͂̋̕͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅm̸̢̯̪͚̰̩̼̳̮̯͍͎̮̰̤̣̖̙͉̹̮̦͈̗͉̣̝̲͈̦̪̥̅̆̍̍̐̀̉͂̾̽̀̈́̃̏͋̓̎̉͗͑͛̕͘͝͠͝ͅͅͅ.̷̧̢̛̗͇̥͍̰̮̘͍̙̗̮̦̘̜͔̫̻̤͔̝͚̮̰͔̞̖͗̽̈̾͌͛͛̒́̄̓̇̈́̊͐̀̾̂͛̇̄͗̌̑̅̅͊̔̕̕̚͠͠͝ ̸̡̧̨̼̝̹̖̗̻̣̯̭̟͙͇͕̺̱̜̠̺͙͔̻̣̻̭͔͖̗̙̫͎̭̗͇̬͉͙́̄̌͂̄̅̈́̐̄̂̒͛̊̆̆̓̈͗̾̉̋̒̈̀͝I̸̢̡͇̗͖̫͔̥̥̘̻̱̠̻̗̤͚̝̙̜̼̦̼̰̎̄̏͌̏̓͊̓̀̋̔͂̔͂̄̔̅͊̌̋̕͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̢̨̢̛̛̛̜̰͔̣̞̼̭̠̜͎̳͎̠̝̱͍̟̞̟͈̦͎̥̻̠̮̮̟̗͉̲̦̫͉̓̇͑̓̒̈́͆̀͋͒̒̇̐̏̄͌̄̀̈́͛́͌̽́̈̏̃͛̓͐͐̽͘̕͜n̸̡̧̧̨̛̖̣͎̥̥̳̙̭̞͙͙̱̪̤̳̗͖͓͍̻̗͚̠͎̝̳͍͛̓͒̿̋̄͆̔͂̈̉̐̈́̌̏̇̆͊͌̓̆́͆̎̃̾̔̈͗͘̚͠͝ͅȅ̴̢̧̧̨̢̡̹̦̞̱̱͉̺͈̤̳̮͚̥̣̯̪͕̬̗̩͓̦̩͈̺͙̪͇̄͂̍̉͂̐͑̂͊̇̄̌͑̉̽̅̅͊̀̔̎̂̃̎̀̑̊̉̄͆̍̕͘͠͝ȩ̷̨̢̧̧̢̨̛̛̻͕̬̰̩̼̝͚͔̹̬̜͎͓̻̬̰̹̂͐̀̌̏̋͐̿̒̆̆̈́̈͂̅̓͑͑̿͋̈́̏̍̆͘͘̕͜͠d̷̢̡̛̛̳̺͖͚̙͕̲̯̠̦̺̱̖͕̙͉̩̻̲̦̲̖̩̬̻̬̣̟̪͈̳̞̜̊̓̏̿̈͊͆͐̅͑̃̈́̋̈̀̓̒̓̂̊̽̐̂̐̍̎̈͑̉̒̇̈́̕̚͜͠ͅͅ ̷̨̛̛̠̤͕͔̝̗͈̯̟͕̝̱̞͕̫̙̘̣̗̯̖͈̟͉̫̹̟̽̄͒̎̃̃͐͌̿͑́̿̋̎̇̀͗̍͐̋̈́̃̓́̔͆͛͑̃̕͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅa̶̧̡̨̡̨̢̛̼͍̝̙͙̭̯͍̜͎͖̺̮͓͍̗̫̤̞͈͕͕͐̈́̍̆̄̆͆͑͋͋͗͒̉́̎͛̔́̾̇̏̾̇̆̏͛̇̂̈́͊̕͜ͅn̵̨̛͈̠̼̮̖̮̱̰̝̪̦̮̞̣̝̳͚̤̝̖͇̮̗͊͒̀̎͑́̍̿͛͋̍̾̂̉̄̍̀́͆̒̀̇̑̓̈́͒̂́̐͘͘̚̕͠͝͝ͅ ̷̨̨̡̡̨̛̰͉̣͈̮̗̺̘͇̝͖̦͙̱͉̙̟͉̣̼̭͓̰͈̝̱͉̖̈̾̾̏̍̈̎͌̅͗̉̔͗͆̋̌̆͑͒̈́̂̽̉̐͂͌̀́̈́͗̈́͒̚̚͜͠͠͝ͅͅȩ̴̧̪̦͓̻̰͕̳̥͚̦̖̰͓̝̖͇͓̹̟̤̬̬̖̼͎͖̪̰̣͇͖̓̈͋̈̄̄͒̽͆͊͋̿̌́͒̄̍͐̂̅̐̄̏̾́͌̈́͛́̾̑͊̿͌̕͠x̸̢̢̢̡̧̛̛̯̮̗͕̤̪̮͉̫̭͕̠͚̙͙̗̥̹͇͎̪͇̦̣̤̪͉͂͑̅̽̂͛̾̄̾̅̄̀̂̒̏̎̏͒̿̾̅͗̌́͠͝͝͝ͅͅở̴̡̢̢̢̤̻͖͖̰͎̯̹̜̼͔͚͕̯̠̠͎̣͚̹͙͇̞͔̆̈̽̊̌̓̓̑̓̍͛̆̔̄̀̔̓͗̓͊̇̽͂̍̀̓̐͘͘͘͜͜͠r̶̨̨̢̢̛̪̗̜̫̱̲̥̩͇̯̻̗͈̭͈̰̖̼̻̝̯̜̳̬̦̙̦͖̭͍͎̊̃͒̌̔̍̿̈́̒̐̄̓̀͊͛̑̉͗̂̌̉̚͘͜͝͠͝͝c̵̢̧̗͍͔͈͙̻̩͍̮̬͔͎̞̫̦͍̠̫͔̥̩̩͋̄̏͒͒̈͊̾̎̄̍͒̎̂͆̐͊͌̓͋̽̊͘͜͝i̷̧̛̬̤͕̫̟̬͔̺̠̬͖̝̮̦̪̙͍̭̗̝̪͎̙̲͍̥̘̮͉̤͒̈̒̏̿̈̏̒̐̅̓̍̊̓̑̽̽́̈́̀̓̅̋͛̊s̷̡̨̡̨̯̺̯̩̖̮̜̦͙̖̥̟̞͙̗̖̬̩̖͙͔̝̱̟͎̦͈̺͉̪̪̥̗̎̈́͗̇̌̽̾̊͒͂̽̿̿̒̾̅̓̐̌͆̾̓̉̓̒͆̔̑̂̾̃̄̚̕͝ͅm̸̡̛̛̠̭̲̫̪̮̪͇͍̱̦̦̝͖͖̼̖̰̘͈͇͕̲̥̝̭̪̩̦̩̀͂̌͊͌̈́̽́̈́͒̍̑̋̀́̔̐̓̀͐̊̓͋͘̕̕͝͝͝.̴̡̨̛͕̗̠̞̩͉͙̠̯̬̬̘̺̗͓̰̺̲̪̙͙̲̙͔̼͚̣̮͎̘͓̙͚̪͌͋͌̓̎̓͋̑̀͂͗̌͊̊͗̔́́̈̃̋̄́̏͑́̈́̎̐͗͒̐̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅ ̵̠̻͚̞̱̗̊͑̆̊̊̾͘͜.̸̱̼͙̙̪̣͌̔́̀͐̈́͜͝.̴̨̧̡̯͎̭̹̀̎́̐́͝͠.̵̨̡̛͚̦̙̭͛̐̈́̓̽͜͝ ̷̻̠̥͓̙̤͓͂̈́̃͗͋̎͝Ĩ̵̧͔̠͖̖̰̼̀̇̊̈́́͠ ̷̩̲̯̼̖̲͖͐̃͛̾̽͆̕n̴͓̜̻̩͓̪̫͗͂̐̈́͝͠͝ȩ̶̙͈͔̲̬͙́͌̎̓̿̍̄ě̴̫̙̰̥̫̟̑̂̎̏̓̇ͅd̷̙̩̰̗͇̞̏̍͂͊̎̈̌ͅ ̷͈͇͎̮̲̱̭̅̽̈̌̄̌͠a̴̧̢̤̮̺̯̭͐̃̀̐̔͋͑n̵̡̞̼̺͇̻͔̓́́̔̇̇̕ ̵͚͚̪̳̪͖̏͊͂͆̉̀͜͝è̷̡̢̠̞̥̤̿̾͒̄͂͠ͅx̷̡͎͇̼̭͓̮̍́̏̎̉̔͝ǫ̸̨̛̩̝̠̗͉̇͊̑͒̾͝r̷̥̠̲̣̯̻͔̈́̂̎̇̄̕͝c̴̣͔̝̣̰̻͖͗͆̆͂̎͠͝i̵̤̻̝̣̘̰̊̽͛̓̐͗̚͜ş̸̢̳̭̙̬̘̍́̑̀̾̕͠m̷̯͖̲͙͚̝̭̆̃̆̏̐́̾.̵̫̼̱̞͈͖̠̌́̈̾͗͂͘

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC

Get the demons out.

I had found you. I had left you. I forgave you. I forgot you. You posessed me. You controlled me. Said you loved me. Said you'd **** me. He is speaking, Speaking for me... I'm worthless human being. He's still speaking, Speaking for me... Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me. Exorcists can't save me now, I swear to you, That I'm fine. Please, let me die, Nerves that I grind. Speaking louder, in my own voice, Blocked by the voice of a demon inside. I act coy, and I play nice... Only to die on the inside. I need an exorcism. I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃ Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍ Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫͉̱̝͈̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̜̹͔͚̊̎̔́͂͗ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̧̡̲͕̭̲̓̇͗̊̈̓ I̸̢̨̭̤͖͇̗̮̯̱͔͇̘̥̙͉͔̿̊̈́͛̉̉́̌̿͂̇̊̾̎͋̒̕ͅ ̷̧̛̩̮͖̻̺̖̱̳̰̥̝̣͈̲̹̀͗͊̆̿̈́͂͗͌͘͘̚͜͝͝͠n̴̢̧̢̥̼͉͕̗̗̩͉̥̦̻͉̮͙̹̉̅͌̐̄͂͛̾̄̈́̂́̀́̕͝ḙ̷̢̡̨̟͙̜͙̫̺͔͕̠̫̩̰̱̃͗̾͊̎̔͌̀́̋̏́͘͜͠͠ę̶̨̡̛̠̹̼̣̰̞̖̼͚̳͔̝͇͇̒̈́̎̎̌̍͒̀̿̄͋͘͘͝͝ͅḑ̴̡͎͈̗̹͓̖̺̹̪̲̥͕̻̞̀̅̓̇̀̆͌͐̇̚̕̕̚̚͠͠ ̴̧̨̠̣̺̻͉̟͎̟̥̺̻̼͉̰́̋̿̒̑̓̈́̏̂͑͋͆̈́̾͌̀͜͝ă̸̢̢̳̗̤̮͉̹͚̙̪̬̥̮̰̽̑̈́͌͐̅͒͂̎̅͗̋͜͝͠͝͠ͅņ̴̯̹̩̯̬̙̖̗̗̱͇̭̥̱̦͋̈́͛͌͛̐̎̿̈́͑͘̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̣̯̺͕̖̼̖̫̥̜͕̰̖͔̃͂̐̈́̍̀̓̽̀́͛͂̏͑̎̕͜͜͜ḙ̸̢̨̡̨̢̢̱̹̖͓͇͚̪̞̻̈́̽͊͌̇̇̈́̿̀̿̔̂̄̎̈́͝͝͝x̴̨̢̢̭̖̥̙͕͖͙̬̜͖̣̪̙͓͑̿̑̀͊͌̋̾̇̍̍̂̈̔͋̆̕ọ̶͙̮̫̬͉̣͙̲͖̝͓̤̬̠̻͓͍̃̔̃̃̈́̔̇̈̆̐̋̀̚͠͝͠r̷̡̻͔̟͕̮̠̻̲͖̟̬͉̱̞̿̀̋̒͗̓̇̌͗̅̾̌̈́͒͒́͜c̵̨̛̮̼̮̼̗̜̣̥͎̳͈̻̹͉͉̺̺̽̉̏̓̊̋͒͑̆̌̇̊̈̚͝͝͠ì̵̡̠̟̙͓̭̤̥̺̯͙͕̟̯͉͓̫̹̇̓͆̈́͑̃̎̈́̀͂̍̀̿͘͝͝͝s̵̡̢̢̟͇̼̻̼͉͎̳̬͈̜̜̹͕͐́̈̂̈́̉̋̎̑͗͌͐͋͋̐͘m̷̢̡̛̪̦͚̙̭͓̝͔̣̙̦͚̼̤̣̓́̆̒̈́͌̄̽̋̉̀́̀̕͘͜.̸̨̧̢͚͍̼̝̥̙̯͕̮̱̻̺̤̍̽́̑̽͋̔͊̿̀̆͆́́͒́̚̕ͅ I̶̛̬̺͎̘̳͙̖̙̻̳̙͖̮͓͖̠͖͍̦̳͓̳̳͖̲͕̩͎̺͐̐́͌̊̍̈́͗̊̿̿̑̌̒̓̂̏̇͐͐̀̂̔̊̽̉̓͂̑̓̅̈́̋̀̋̽͆̾̂̐̈̀̾̓̐͒̒́͑̚̚̚̕̕͘͜͝͝ ̷̧̢̛̫̬͍̮̗̼̗̱͚̫͔̘͔̩̩̜̦͉͖̥̞̹̯̠̖̮͕̃̆̀͗̎͊͐̾͒̔̀̈́̿̅̓̊͗͋̀̈́͂̉̀̑͛͒̾̏̆̿̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅṅ̵̨̨̢̛̛̼̗̹̼͓̞̠͉̯͎̩͉̳̣̺̳͕͍̠̻͔͕͙͈͔͔̜̮̤͓̳̲͂͌̊̾́̏́̾̓̓͑̀̿͛̔̓̌̉̓̊̾̔̌́̊̏̅̕͘̚̚͜͝͝ę̸̨̨̨̛̛̻̖̥̬̹̣̼̦̦͔̞̳̱͎̩͍̳̠̘̟̰̖̖͎̮͍͓͈̬̳̝͚͕̪͕̘̪̻̟̮̝̘͈̻̼̭̱̹̖̩̻͌̍͒̾̿̿͌̍͒͐͋̐̓͗̌͌̆́̒̀́̊̈́̽͊́̍̆̅̔̚̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̴̢̡̡̢̛̛̜̗̠̺͉̺̩̠̳̰̳̰͔̩̭̘̝͈̲̣̹̣̬̼̺̯͖̼͇̘͔̣͔̝͈͕̼̫͓̞̪͕̔͒̋̑̽̋̈̈̂̊͑̒͌̔́͑͗͐̒̅̃̌̆͊̐̽̄͐̓̀͊͛̄͆͛͐̊́̔̐͑̍̽͒̔͝͝ͅḓ̵̡̨̧͍̲͉̹̪̪̙͕͉̘̼̮̟͈̩͔̦̪̟̭͙̠̠͍̯̤̦̥̱̟͕͉̉̊̒̏̔͐͂͌̎͐͒̑͋̓̎̀̆̑̈́̈͒͌͗̅̂̎̀͂̓͘̕̕̕͜͜͝ ̵̧̨̡̨̢̨̛̛̭̲͚͖̰̺̪̰͉͍͓̗̟̦̙̘̝͉͙͓͔̻͚̩͉͍̯̣͈̠̤̬̞̖̻̞̻̗̣̪̽̀͐̃͂̀̄̔̄̑̑̔̉̓̆̔̍̒̆̓̇̑̋̌̋͆̅̑͂̀͗̏͌͗̅̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅą̸̨̨̢̡̢̨̨̙͙͙͖̝̟͉̘̱̣̤̻̯̱̰̺͓͕̙̯̱̬̹͙̝̣͓̙̱̬̻̣̱̝̝̥̘͖͉̣̲̮͔̱̞̜̻͔̍̓̌̒̒́̈́̄̋̏̒̅͂͋̓͋̑̔͛͋̉̾̿̃̍̉̄͐̂͒͘͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̧̟͈̙͖̦͕͇̗̺͇̬͎̮͎̝̰̣̹̦̝̹̖̞̊̒̇̊͌̏̈̑͑͗̈́̅́̉́͛̀͗̈̏̈̐̃͐͗̅̀͑͊̔͌̽́̄̔̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̨̧̡̡̡̛͖̬̪̬͙͍̰̜͖͉̙̥̜̤̼̻̠͕̲̥̱̪͙̝̭͕͖̮̰̳̲̫̮̝̲̘̠̼̳̻̪̥̤͗̿́̽͑̀̈́̈̑͌̏̍̉̒̅̊̋̎̊̒̍̂̂̂́͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅe̴̡̛̟͚̳̦͕̱̦͇̗̳̗̘̙̭̝̟͍͉̬͖̻̰̜͒̈̒̔̈́̋͋͌͊̏̈́̐̓̀̿͋̽́̏̄͆̏̄̏́̄̀̄͑͐̑̐̈́͋͌̒̊̉͗͘͝͝͠͠ͅx̸̢̢̢͈̗͚͕̜̦̰̰̪̭̦̳͕̪̻͕̮͙̟̭̳̘͎̖̟̣͍̯͖̖̩̙̗̩̮̲̜̣̥̜̼̯̞͇̉̂́͐̆͐̊̉̈́̄̐̉̈̓̀̍̏̾̉̑͑̀̒̀͋̀̿͆̈́̽̒̀͆̂͗̍̂̂̾͂̏̉̕̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅǒ̴̡̢̡̟͚͖̥̘̰͎̥̘̖̯͈̗̣͎͓̲͙̺͔̩̭̜̲͍͇͓̜̣̌͆̀̂̄̅̈́͒̊̎̓́̅̒̽̓̑͐͗̆̆͑́͐͌́̿́̆̃̋̑̀̍̋͘̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅr̸͕̝̣͍̮̥̲̪̹͈̹̲̜̩̠̟͙̠̙̻̥̝̲̮̲͔̥͉̃̂̇̂̒̌̈̇̉̃̓̃̔̍̐̍͑̀̓́͋̽̿̆͊̿͆́́̈́͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅç̵̡̡̨̡̢̛̛̛̭̺͔͍̖̱̪̫̞̻̩̠͙̞̗̘̺͍͙̲̜̰͓̮̙͖͚̘̞̮̹͓̯̺̙͖̗̹͍̤̹͕̤̰̦̦̉̊̀̈́̀͊͌̽̐͋͐͛̄́̾̐̏̊͋̈̀͛̈́́̆̀͛̄̋̐̂́͆̑̒̊̌̑̈͐̇̈̇̓̐̊̕̕ͅi̶̡̜̩͈̮̳͚͇̼̥͚̪̫̼̩̰̝͓͇͕̫̣̠̥̞͎͉̜͓̞͖͍͕̹͖̺͔͗́̓͗͑̌̍̓̒̓͌̄͋͒̀̅͒̾̆̐͋̕̕̚͝͝s̴̨̧̡̛͔̞̟̺͉̟̗̫͉͎͕̠̮̩̬̝̯͕̲̭͓̫̫̟̤̝̝̞̗̫̰̳̦̱̘̥̗͈̞̗̻̯̘͖̪̓̑̇̒̓̆̎̈̒̃̈́̓̈́̄͌̔̐̀̒̆̀̕͝͝͝ͅͅm̵̡̛̱̰͙̪̯̮̘̣̹̞͈̖̠̠̯̤̭͇̼̗̣̟̤̪͍͓̜̞̩͙͔̭̗͍͍̲̤̳̯̪̬͖͑͋͐͗̎͑̅̂̀͛́͑̈̓͗̅̍̊̇̑̐̌̽̊͛͋̊̂̆̉͐̍́̕͜͝͠͝.̵̨̧̪̗̥͈͔̘̪͇͍̱̼̺͉̺̗̣̹̠͈͔̭͇̱͈̹͛͋̿̋̊̆̽́͒̀́̂͗̉̑̍͊̽͐̈́̀͑̌̄͌̽̐̃̎̎̉̋̚̕̕͠ͅͅ It happened once. It happened twice. It won't happen again, I̶̢̖͚̲̭̭̬͔̯̙͆̉̽́͌͂̽̓̾̓̐ ̸̢̦̟̲͉̣̪̠͎̤͋̀̏̒̀̑̌̐̋̓͠w̶̮̭͉̤̗̖̤̯̮̗̝̒̾̍̎̀̈̈́͂̐͠͠o̸̧̯͈͕̜͈̳̦̗̪͍͑̎̑́͛͗̋̍̿̈́͝ņ̸̡̹͕̞̻͚͉͇̗̼̍̀̿̌̇̑̇̊͑͘͠'̵̡̮͎͚̠̠̘̱͎̻̄͐̒͗̉̽̊̂͋͝͝t̸̢̢͓͇̹͎̞̼̣͙̫̑͒̀̔̈̆́̀͘̕͠ ̸̗̤̗͉̹̰͎̘͓̩͆̐̾͂̽̈́͊̋͘͘̕ͅp̵̨̫̬̫͍͚̥̥͎͙̺̆͆͊͌̎͑̉͒͆̇̕l̸̡̮̙̪̙̟̼̝̱̭̓̀͗̓͗̽̉͋̽̕͜͝a̴̡̮̮͈̭͚̥͓̰͈͓̓̊͐͒͋̏̇̈́̚͘̚ŷ̷̮̞̯̪̲͍͚̼͓̥͊̈́̒̈́̔̒̌̓̓͘ͅ ̴̨͖͔̤̫͇̻̘̱̭̹͌̽̈́̓̋̃͗͋̓̓̓n̴̡̛̛̹͖̹̪̯̥͖̭̉͊̆̏̿͛͒̚ͅi̴̢̛̩̯͓̜̠̬͙̺̪̪͂̈́̏͑̊̈͑̇̋͠c̶̨̻̟̬̠̣̰͔͕̰̤̈́̐̀̀̊̾̌̿̕͝͝é̷̡̛̠̮̫̪̠͚͖̗̹̭̈͌̑̐̾̎̕͝͠.̷̥̻͔̜̲̬̻͉͙̫̀̉̔̑̌͂̏̌͛͝͝ You spoke for me, You spoke for them, This is number x̶͍̟̽́x̴̢͎͌͠ẋ̴̱͗͜x̵̬̯̅̃ẋ̸̦̟͐x̴̞̭̾͗ G̸̢̰̘͉̹̬̥͍̯̗̳͗̄̎̃̏̾̽͒͗̄̉ó̸̗͔͓͈̻̙͉̩͇͉̎͊̍̏̑̽̉̒̚͝ͅ ̸̡̡͍͓͙̭̭͔͚͔̉̏̆̎̑͐͌̊̚̚͘͜b̵̡̨̰̭̭̱̞͓̲̙̑̊͑̌͆̀͛͒̄̚͜͝ä̷̢̛̱̩̺͓̪̞̞͉̯͚̿́͒̍̎̕̚͝͠ć̵̡̡̙̥̲̟̳̹͉̝͕͌̑̌̊̑̀̌̃͛̚ķ̷̨̹͔̦̗̬͎̜̯̓̈́͊̌̀̓̌̅̕̕͝ ̸̗͚͍̣̜̙̝̦͈̱̈́͑̏͒̔̈́͛̓̃̄͠ͅt̵̡̧̩̗̖̞͕͓͈̜̩͑͑̎͆̿̄́̌̂̄͝ö̴̪̖̰͔̬̰͔̖͈̖̜́̉̈́́͛̎͗͘̕͘͝ ̶̡̡̖͇̻̞̩̪͔̟̊̓̓̏̏̽̈́̌̆̚̚͜t̶̨̝͙̥̣͇̯̪̟͎̺͒͊̾̐̋̐̎̄͋̚̕ḩ̵̳̼̟̘̠̲̹̰͙̘͐̒͐̒̉̓̈́̒̚͝ę̵̨̬̠͈͈̫̹͕̓͋͑̒̂͂͋̒̐͆̇ͅ ****** He is speaking, Speaking for me... I̸̡̱̥̙̮͔̫̦͔̭̐̎̑̉̊̊͑̄͛͐̚'̸̪͕̞̼̪̜̪̣̞̗̰́̽̏͊̽̋̅͐͊̋͝m̷̮̠̤̞͉̱̘̗̣̬̈́̀̊͒͛͗̒̈́̿͝͝ ̵̨̛̻̹͔̙̣͉͓̻̟̩̈́̊̊́̀͑͊̚͝͠ḁ̷̢̛̩̮̥̗̙͉̦̣̹̇̈́̋̔͋̚͘̚ ̸̧̡͇̬͉̤̩͎̰̫̙̃͂̃͂̈́̇͛̔͒͑͠w̴̛̫̼̝̯͙̱̤̘̦̾̀͑̈́̍́̈́͆̿͜͠ö̶̲̻̪̬̜͖͍̠̱́̓̇̅̏̆̒̃͂͜͝͠ͅr̸̺̣̪͚͔̟̞̜͉͇̿͋̎͊̑͐̈̑̌͒͆t̸̨̢̛̝̞͚̹̫͔̥͚̑̂̀̏̈́̀͑̓͜͝h̸̛̛̛̟̫̙̠̘̙̼̬̠̹̦̃̾̎̈́̽̕̕l̸̡̧͔͖͚͉̞̖̖̦̳̃͊̂͊̊̀̆̈͘̚̕ę̷̰̻͕̣̥̣͖̼͎̗̒̂̈̔̾̿͒̉͛̇͝s̵̨̛̥̱̤̲̼̖̪̫͉̀̾̏̏̀̔̿̾̕͠ͅš̶̢̛̪̠̫͕͉̠̱̪͓̱́̾́͛́̈̂͘̚ ̴̘͈̝̫͈͔̙̣̖͖͕́̀̓̈̓̍̿̽͝͝͝ḥ̷͉̰͖̭̠̱̯̞̓̃͗͒͑̀͛́̽͋̚ͅͅů̶̥̤̗̞̙̙͈͕̻̯͊̑̔́̊̋̓͘̚͜͝m̸̛̠̰͙͇͔̯̻̼̪̜̑̈́̓̒̔̋̈̒̈́͂à̸̳̰̥͍̣̝̪̻͙̺͖̐͛̀̓͛̃̈́̍̽͘ň̵̯̬͇̻̙̲̟̙̘̰̻̋̿̿̿̋̇̈́̑͑͠ ̶̢̨̩̫͎̭̙̼̻̠͒̃̏̌̈́̊̓̌̌̀̿ͅb̶̨̖̰̳̘̝͙̬̝̺̭̄̆͛̆̾̈́͛̂͑͛͝ḝ̸̢̜̠̪̗̞̫͎̫̐̅̑͒͑́̇͝͝ͅì̸̧̟͓͖̖̠͍̝͎̜̅̀̊͐̃͑̋̔͜͠͠ņ̴̨͔̹̘̫͎̪̜̞͛̂̔̐͒̈͌̌̊̈͝ģ̸͙̠̪̻̯̠̞͚͕͐̎̑̊̉͒́̓̋̕͜͠.̵̡̛̘̜͍̠̥̙̖̻̱̞̊̇͒̈́͛̐͂̋̀͠ He's still speaking, Speaking for me... Keep your voice down, or he'll hurt me. Exorcists can't save me now, I swear to you, That I'm fine... Please, let me die, Nerves that I grind. Speaking louder, in my own voice, Blocked by the voice of a demon inside. I act coy, and I play nice... Only to die on the inside. I need an exorcism. I͈̊ ̳͋n̺̈e̘͂e̲̽ď̘ ̖̋a͚̚n̞͠ ̗̓e̹̊x̯̓o̤͠r̲̋c̳̕i̘̚s̞̓m̂ͅ.̤̃ Ḯ̴͔ ̴̝̑n̷̟͘e̷̙̋è̷̱ḓ̸̍ ̴̱̌a̷̗̚n̵̺̾ ̶̖̆e̴͇̅x̶̬̍ǒ̶͜r̷̍ͅc̷̻̈́ḯ̴̫s̶̮̋m̴̲̂.̶̱̍ Ḭ̸̡̢̯͈̰͋͐̆͌̀̚ ̵̲̭̖̞̙̺̈́̏̅̀̚͝ņ̶͖͖̤̹̲̑̈́͐̂͂͂é̵̢̛̝̜̜͍̼͌̽́͊e̷̡̢̹͎̦͓̅̊̏̃͛͝d̷̫͉̱̝͈̎͐͒̍̓̉ͅ ̴̠̻̯͎̖̝̇̍̔̄̚͠a̶̢̗̥̥͖̐̽̿̐̉̿ͅṅ̵̟͔̠̲̠̺̀͋̃̂̚ ̶̧̪͕̮͙̉̎͒̈̓̈́ͅḛ̷͈̯͕̬̝̈́̿̈́̽̈̌x̸̲̥̺̫̟͂̾̓̏̓̑͜ó̵̢̡̹͚̜̈̀͑̾̾͜r̸̢̰̜̹͔͚̊̎̔́͂͗ç̶͚͈̩̯̹̊̋̿̏͝͝ï̵̧̙̳̦̯̒͑̐̇͘͜ș̶̫̠͍̫̥͑̉͊͒̓̕m̶̨̱̣̜͈̰͑̌̈͌̀̏.̴̧̡̲͕̭̲̓̇͗̊̈̓ I̸̢̨̭̤͖͇̗̮̯̱͔͇̘̥̙͉͔̿̊̈́͛̉̉́̌̿͂̇̊̾̎͋̒̕ͅ ̷̧̛̩̮͖̻̺̖̱̳̰̥̝̣͈̲̹̀͗͊̆̿̈́͂͗͌͘͘̚͜͝͝͠n̴̢̧̢̥̼͉͕̗̗̩͉̥̦̻͉̮͙̹̉̅͌̐̄͂͛̾̄̈́̂́̀́̕͝ḙ̷̢̡̨̟͙̜͙̫̺͔͕̠̫̩̰̱̃͗̾͊̎̔͌̀́̋̏́͘͜͠͠ę̶̨̡̛̠̹̼̣̰̞̖̼͚̳͔̝͇͇̒̈́̎̎̌̍͒̀̿̄͋͘͘͝͝ͅḑ̴̡͎͈̗̹͓̖̺̹̪̲̥͕̻̞̀̅̓̇̀̆͌͐̇̚̕̕̚̚͠͠ ̴̧̨̠̣̺̻͉̟͎̟̥̺̻̼͉̰́̋̿̒̑̓̈́̏̂͑͋͆̈́̾͌̀͜͝ă̸̢̢̳̗̤̮͉̹͚̙̪̬̥̮̰̽̑̈́͌͐̅͒͂̎̅͗̋͜͝͠͝͠ͅņ̴̯̹̩̯̬̙̖̗̗̱͇̭̥̱̦͋̈́͛͌͛̐̎̿̈́͑͘̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̴̛̛̣̯̺͕̖̼̖̫̥̜͕̰̖͔̃͂̐̈́̍̀̓̽̀́͛͂̏͑̎̕͜͜͜ḙ̸̢̨̡̨̢̢̱̹̖͓͇͚̪̞̻̈́̽͊͌̇̇̈́̿̀̿̔̂̄̎̈́͝͝͝x̴̨̢̢̭̖̥̙͕͖͙̬̜͖̣̪̙͓͑̿̑̀͊͌̋̾̇̍̍̂̈̔͋̆̕ọ̶͙̮̫̬͉̣͙̲͖̝͓̤̬̠̻͓͍̃̔̃̃̈́̔̇̈̆̐̋̀̚͠͝͠r̷̡̻͔̟͕̮̠̻̲͖̟̬͉̱̞̿̀̋̒͗̓̇̌͗̅̾̌̈́͒͒́͜c̵̨̛̮̼̮̼̗̜̣̥͎̳͈̻̹͉͉̺̺̽̉̏̓̊̋͒͑̆̌̇̊̈̚͝͝͠ì̵̡̠̟̙͓̭̤̥̺̯͙͕̟̯͉͓̫̹̇̓͆̈́͑̃̎̈́̀͂̍̀̿͘͝͝͝s̵̡̢̢̟͇̼̻̼͉͎̳̬͈̜̜̹͕͐́̈̂̈́̉̋̎̑͗͌͐͋͋̐͘m̷̢̡̛̪̦͚̙̭͓̝͔̣̙̦͚̼̤̣̓́̆̒̈́͌̄̽̋̉̀́̀̕͘͜.̸̨̧̢͚͍̼̝̥̙̯͕̮̱̻̺̤̍̽́̑̽͋̔͊̿̀̆͆́́͒́̚̕ͅ I̶̛̬̺͎̘̳͙̖̙̻̳̙͖̮͓͖̠͖͍̦̳͓̳̳͖̲͕̩͎̺͐̐́͌̊̍̈́͗̊̿̿̑̌̒̓̂̏̇͐͐̀̂̔̊̽̉̓͂̑̓̅̈́̋̀̋̽͆̾̂̐̈̀̾̓̐͒̒́͑̚̚̚̕̕͘͜͝͝ ̷̧̢̛̫̬͍̮̗̼̗̱͚̫͔̘͔̩̩̜̦͉͖̥̞̹̯̠̖̮͕̃̆̀͗̎͊͐̾͒̔̀̈́̿̅̓̊͗͋̀̈́͂̉̀̑͛͒̾̏̆̿̚̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅṅ̵̨̨̢̛̛̼̗̹̼͓̞̠͉̯͎̩͉̳̣̺̳͕͍̠̻͔͕͙͈͔͔̜̮̤͓̳̲͂͌̊̾́̏́̾̓̓͑̀̿͛̔̓̌̉̓̊̾̔̌́̊̏̅̕͘̚̚͜͝͝ę̸̨̨̨̛̛̻̖̥̬̹̣̼̦̦͔̞̳̱͎̩͍̳̠̘̟̰̖̖͎̮͍͓͈̬̳̝͚͕̪͕̘̪̻̟̮̝̘͈̻̼̭̱̹̖̩̻͌̍͒̾̿̿͌̍͒͐͋̐̓͗̌͌̆́̒̀́̊̈́̽͊́̍̆̅̔̚̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̴̢̡̡̢̛̛̜̗̠̺͉̺̩̠̳̰̳̰͔̩̭̘̝͈̲̣̹̣̬̼̺̯͖̼͇̘͔̣͔̝͈͕̼̫͓̞̪͕̔͒̋̑̽̋̈̈̂̊͑̒͌̔́͑͗͐̒̅̃̌̆͊̐̽̄͐̓̀͊͛̄͆͛͐̊́̔̐͑̍̽͒̔͝͝ͅḓ̵̡̨̧͍̲͉̹̪̪̙͕͉̘̼̮̟͈̩͔̦̪̟̭͙̠̠͍̯̤̦̥̱̟͕͉̉̊̒̏̔͐͂͌̎͐͒̑͋̓̎̀̆̑̈́̈͒͌͗̅̂̎̀͂̓͘̕̕̕͜͜͝ ̵̧̨̡̨̢̨̛̛̭̲͚͖̰̺̪̰͉͍͓̗̟̦̙̘̝͉͙͓͔̻͚̩͉͍̯̣͈̠̤̬̞̖̻̞̻̗̣̪̽̀͐̃͂̀̄̔̄̑̑̔̉̓̆̔̍̒̆̓̇̑̋̌̋͆̅̑͂̀͗̏͌͗̅̚͘͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅą̸̨̨̢̡̢̨̨̙͙͙͖̝̟͉̘̱̣̤̻̯̱̰̺͓͕̙̯̱̬̹͙̝̣͓̙̱̬̻̣̱̝̝̥̘͖͉̣̲̮͔̱̞̜̻͔̍̓̌̒̒́̈́̄̋̏̒̅͂͋̓͋̑̔͛͋̉̾̿̃̍̉̄͐̂͒͘͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̧̟͈̙͖̦͕͇̗̺͇̬͎̮͎̝̰̣̹̦̝̹̖̞̊̒̇̊͌̏̈̑͑͗̈́̅́̉́͛̀͗̈̏̈̐̃͐͗̅̀͑͊̔͌̽́̄̔̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨̨̧̡̡̡̛͖̬̪̬͙͍̰̜͖͉̙̥̜̤̼̻̠͕̲̥̱̪͙̝̭͕͖̮̰̳̲̫̮̝̲̘̠̼̳̻̪̥̤͗̿́̽͑̀̈́̈̑͌̏̍̉̒̅̊̋̎̊̒̍̂̂̂́͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅe̴̡̛̟͚̳̦͕̱̦͇̗̳̗̘̙̭̝̟͍͉̬͖̻̰̜͒̈̒̔̈́̋͋͌͊̏̈́̐̓̀̿͋̽́̏̄͆̏̄̏́̄̀̄͑͐̑̐̈́͋͌̒̊̉͗͘͝͝͠͠ͅx̸̢̢̢͈̗͚͕̜̦̰̰̪̭̦̳͕̪̻͕̮͙̟̭̳̘͎̖̟̣͍̯͖̖̩̙̗̩̮̲̜̣̥̜̼̯̞͇̉̂́͐̆͐̊̉̈́̄̐̉̈̓̀̍̏̾̉̑͑̀̒̀͋̀̿͆̈́̽̒̀͆̂͗̍̂̂̾͂̏̉̕̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅǒ̴̡̢̡̟͚͖̥̘̰͎̥̘̖̯͈̗̣͎͓̲͙̺͔̩̭̜̲͍͇͓̜̣̌͆̀̂̄̅̈́͒̊̎̓́̅̒̽̓̑͐͗̆̆͑́͐͌́̿́̆̃̋̑̀̍̋͘̕̕͝͝͝͠ͅr̸͕̝̣͍̮̥̲̪̹͈̹̲̜̩̠̟͙̠̙̻̥̝̲̮̲͔̥͉̃̂̇̂̒̌̈̇̉̃̓̃̔̍̐̍͑̀̓́͋̽̿̆͊̿͆́́̈́͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅç̵̡̡̨̡̢̛̛̛̭̺͔͍̖̱̪̫̞̻̩̠͙̞̗̘̺͍͙̲̜̰͓̮̙͖͚̘̞̮̹͓̯̺̙͖̗̹͍̤̹͕̤̰̦̦̉̊̀̈́̀͊͌̽̐͋͐͛̄́̾̐̏̊͋̈̀͛̈́́̆̀͛̄̋̐̂́͆̑̒̊̌̑̈͐̇̈̇̓̐̊̕̕ͅi̶̡̜̩͈̮̳͚͇̼̥͚̪̫̼̩̰̝͓͇͕̫̣̠̥̞͎͉̜͓̞͖͍͕̹͖̺͔͗́̓͗͑̌̍̓̒̓͌̄͋͒̀̅͒̾̆̐͋̕̕̚͝͝s̴̨̧̡̛͔̞̟̺͉̟̗̫͉͎͕̠̮̩̬̝̯͕̲̭͓̫̫̟̤̝̝̞̗̫̰̳̦̱̘̥̗͈̞̗̻̯̘͖̪̓̑̇̒̓̆̎̈̒̃̈́̓̈́̄͌̔̐̀̒̆̀̕͝͝͝ͅͅm̵̡̛̱̰͙̪̯̮̘̣̹̞͈̖̠̠̯̤̭͇̼̗̣̟̤̪͍͓̜̞̩͙͔̭̗͍͍̲̤̳̯̪̬͖͑͋͐͗̎͑̅̂̀͛́͑̈̓͗̅̍̊̇̑̐̌̽̊͛͋̊̂̆̉͐̍́̕͜͝͠͝.̵̨̧̪̗̥͈͔̘̪͇͍̱̼̺͉̺̗̣̹̠͈͔̭͇̱͈̹͛͋̿̋̊̆̽́͒̀́̂͗̉̑̍͊̽͐̈́̀͑̌̄͌̽̐̃̎̎̉̋̚̕̕͠ͅͅ ******** liar. ******** ̵̙̋l̴͍͐i̵̟̋ā̶̜ŕ̶̰.̸̡́ ******** ̸̱͍̩̞̽́̓͗̑͜l̸̗̠͕̞̳̇͋́́̕ī̸͓̘̺̩̟͆͑͑͘ǎ̵͙̠̖̞͎͒̏̓͊r̸̩̦̠̣̩̀̄̇́̎.̸͇̤̩̬̞̈́̽̇̓̎ Everything you told me were lies. Y̸̡̽o̴̲̒u̸̡͝ ̴̱̓l̶̳̽ě̵̻f̵̜̽t̸̫͑ ̷̤͘m̶̪̐e̶͖̒ ̸̗̈́h̷͙̾ḙ̴͗r̸̙̈́e̶̡̒ ̷̮̋t̵͚̉o̸̜̊ ******* ̸̫̀d̸̼̓i̵͓̐e̵̮̅.̷͚̍ Ę̸̟̣͖̹͑͐̋̓̌́̿͜͜x̸̨͓̮͚̹̼̻̓͐̍́̀̕͝e̵̢̛̥̗͓͙̰̣̊̎͋̔̕͝r̷̲̙͎̜͖̝̪̍́̃̑͛̋͌c̶̛̟̹͙̞̘͛̀̎́̂̀͜ͅï̴̘̩̘̰̱̹̘͑̑̈́́̕͠ŝ̵̡̻̜̞̝̠͚̎͛̇͊̚̕ę̶̬̹͈̺̖͚̅̈́̿̀̋̕̚ ̴͓̬͇̜̠̪̈́́͊̽̈͛͐ͅm̷̤͚̙̫̗̺͙͛͊̈̐̏͆̚e̶̡̜͉͖̼̞̾̇̀̆̃͝͝ͅ.̷̨͔̥̻̩͕̤̂̓̿̅̆̿̄.̶̤̝̘̘̯̼͌͑̑̎̍̅̐ͅ.̴̨̨̛̪̜͎͉͔̅̽͑̾̓͝ ̸̣̦̬̮̹̯͈͋̑̃̒̀͝͝Ģ̸̧̛͍̮̮͚͆̄̑̑̕͝ͅę̴̛̱̞̼̤̮̭̒̈́͛̽̐̂ṫ̶͓͓̩͎̼̳̓́͗̀͗̕͜ ̶̰̟̞̠̳͓̘́̾́̀̽̏̑t̶̢͚̺͕̹̭͈̓̑̂̓̆̔̽ḣ̴̦̺͈̟̻͊̄̈́͗͘͜͜͠ḙ̸̬̮̮̠̼̖͊̿̄̓̒̈́͠ ̵̢̡̱̪͓̘͎̈́̌̓̈́̉̆̚d̴͙̝͈͙̼̳͗̿͌̍̋͜͠͝ę̵̨̩̯̝̳̗̈́̄̏͊͑́͠m̷̛͈̱͍͚͎͈͕͆͆̎́͗̓o̶̰̰̖̖̹̲̔́̄͛̆̕͜͝n̵̛̛̳͚̟̮͎̗͉̓̍̔̐̐ş̸̟̩̗̠̹͊̓̂̎̓͠͝ͅ ̵̢̨̡̲̹̲̞̀̿̃̑̍̓̅o̵̧̖̝̞̫̱̺̍̓͗͑́̔͌ư̷̱̤̫̲̘̮͔̓̈́̓͋̐t̶̡̘̲̳̲͔̹͆̎͗͗̔͊͐ ̶͔̩͍̲̩̒̊̆̎̐͛̊͜ͅǫ̶̼̝̺̖̠̤̐́̊̏̎̃̈́f̵̨̧̢̤̞͕̮̂̄̿̽̀̏͘ ̴̰̭̞̭̟͈̗͗̂͂͂͌́͝m̸̨͔̳̟̬̰͉̄̆̅́̀̌̕ę̵̢̮̖̠͉̹̔͊͆̎̓͛́.̸̬̼̤̟̳̰̣̅̅͋̄̐̔͘.̸̻̟̞͓̬̙̺̇̆̏̄̃̒͝.̷̧̝̜̻̭̝̓̏̒̾́͗̒ͅ I̵̧̧̛̻̥̘͔̫͓̲̣̩̖̯̻̜̗̥̗͕̝̗̤͓͓͚̦̔̉͂̌̈́̊͆̍̔̿̃̒̓͆͂̊̏̍̋̊͛̌͗̄̽̅̕̕̕̕͜͝ ̷̡̢̻̼̬̳͎̣̹̞͎̥͚̻̦̪̰̫̳̣͚̮̐̀̿̊̔̔̆̓̊̔́̎̉͗̋̎̆̓̈́̀̾́̇͑́̈́͑̋͘͜͠͝ͅn̷̢̛̤̪͈̫͇̦̹̣͓͔͕̝̬̞͔̙̬͖̙̱̜͍̦̮̎̌̊̍̃̽̆̾̽̏̋̿̐̋̓̈̑̓̌̏͘͘͘͜͝͝ȩ̴̧̡̧̢̬̻̞̮̺̟̣͎͉̮̥̖̲̟͍̟̯͈͚̟̻͎̗̳̲̼͖̳͎̫̣̳̤̯͒͂͋̅͑̏́̈́̾͑͒̇͂̆͂̂͒̆̐̾͌̾͑̏͘͝͝͠é̴̢̨̤̺̜͇̺͔͚̱̝͇͈̦͉̖͎͙͎͍͈͙͖̲̤͕͖͔̞̫͉̤̭̰̀̂̇́͆̿̏̽̽̓̈́̎̋̓͒̿̋̄̈́̒̀͌́̋͂̒͌̈́̏̄͑͒͘͘͘̕͝͝ͅd̸̛̯̦̟̱̫͔̫̩͖͖̥̺̩̺͔̤̭̯̹̺̼̲͇̲͍̱̪̪̘́̈̍͛̓́͛̔͗͐̈́̄̈́̑͐͑͋͒͌͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̷̧̢̣̹̬̬͉͕̠̦͕̙̖̤̝͈̘̹̼̹͖̮̳̺̥͚͔̫͖͒̊͌̉̍̍̌́̓̏̇̈́͌̑̈́̀̏͑̎̔̇̊͊͋̔̽̒͆͂̿̓̊̌̂̕͜͝͠ͅã̴̧̧̢̫̞̳̮̻̮͍̬̘̮̺̦͓̤̩̖̪̩̝͇͙͎͖̮͚͙̫͕̐͋̍͗͋͛̀̅̾̎̆̀͐̈́̑̓͛̾̃̑̓̃̽͗͑̇͝͠͝ͅņ̴̡̡̟̤͔͔̘̳͙̺͈̟͕̦̟̹̳̮̲͇̮̟̯̮̖̮̤̪͚͙̥͖͋̎̀̿̃̔̑̏̉̾̄̃̀̾̃̆̒̾̄͋̇̇̓́̏̑͠͠ ̶̡̨̧̧̧̲̦̠̠̙͎̞̤̟͍͇̭̮̟̜̖̤͚͇̩̣̥͓̥͕̖̹̊͂̈́̅͆͛̉̿̌̎̐̈́̈́̑̀̄̈́̏͑́͊͆̎̒̾̔̑̒͗͊͊̕ͅȩ̵̧̳̳͇͍͈̻̣͚̘͚̞̹͔͕͕̹͇͙̮̣̥͎͎̹̠̲̭̌̈́́͒̿͒͐͂͑͑̌̑̑́̂̒̋̈́͌͛̏̂̊͋͋̆̉́̎̚͝͠͝x̸̧̛̗͎̟͇͇̻͖̼̜̪̳̳̫̩̟͇̻͈̺͕̞̯̰͍͍̲͔͎͛̓͌́̇̌̓̅̈́͒̿̾͛̌͌̈̐̾̊̈͆̐̐̿̅̏̃͒͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅǫ̶̢̨͔̱̞̥̗͓͔͇͕̩̞͉͎͓̤̻̲̬̪̝͈̯̘̺̉̐̃̂͑̈̇͒̀͑̋̓̍͆̅̒̐͒́̆̿͐̽̈̽̓̑̚͘̚ͅṛ̴̡̨̢̢̡̢̨̭̲̖͚̼̣̪̰͎̠͉̙̝̫̣̮̞̯̼̤̫̬̣̲̼̣̉̐̐̽͒̍̋̍͑̈́̒̌̈́͌̑͆͑͋̍̿͗̅͐͐̈́̈́̐̕͘̚͜͠͝c̴̢̢̡̛̠̪͔̞̩̦͕̞̼͇̥̖̜͖̖̘̲̟̲̼̟̮̺̪̮̪̫͈̩̭̲͍̳͐̒̓͌̈̀̍͑̃̎̾̉̀̃͋̅͐̌͒̊̾́̅̕ͅͅī̶̢̨̢̛̺̟̮̼̳̞̲̗̞̻̮̯͖̭̹̦̪̲̟͚̦̠͔͙̟̺̜͌͐̆̒̇̐̈̏̇͑͛̈̏́͗̏̈͗͒̋͆́͆̀̉̐͊͑̕̚͝ͅs̵̡̢̡̛͕̲̖̤͍̟̼͉̭̠̦̬̲͍̤̱̭̹̹̠͈̣͉̣̭͎̼͈̭͍̈́̋̎̆̋̄̋̐̅͑̓̔̾̈́̓̽͒̊͒̓̈́̑̔̒̃͆̃̈̕͘͘͘͜͜͝͝͠ͅm̴̧̡̡̛̛̞̯̦̠̻͈͍̺̺͙̥͎̘̘̼̗͙̰̫̞̭͉̜̘͔̗̺̠̟̗̹̼̞̓̆̈͊̔̃̇͋̋͊͐̈́͌̈̅͗͌͛̾̆̓̅̕͠͠ͅ.̴̧̛͇̟͎̺̦͖̻̫̳̣͎̣̪̼͇͖͕̳͍͕͇̟͎̀͒̎͛̈́̎̌͌̆͑̈̔̇͂̇̑̈́͂̉͌͗̔͋̇́͒̚̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̸̧̧̨̱̱͇̰̺̫̣̻̯͉̲͔̟̪̱̮͇̺̮̰̪̥͓̣̜̦͉̖̼̇̔́̅̂͊̓͑̈́̾̃̾͋̿̉͊̐̄̈̑̈̆͒͒̎̆́́͛͘ͅI̷̪̳͓̬̝̮̱̞͚̣̱̹͚͕̠͎̥̤̰͎̩͎̝͈͙͉̯̭̱̱̘̰̓̽̈́̋̿́̑̋̆̾͂̋̓̆̌̓̂̂̋̾̊͑͐̓̔́̏̊̕̚̚̕̕̕̕͜͝ ̸̢̧̢̛̯̖̟̜̘͔̺̩̻̣͈̺̥͕̪͇͔̼͖̙̪͉͈͔̥͚͐̌͌̃̑̑̀́̑̂́͐͑̽̔̓̾̓̒̑͒͋͛̏͂͗̿̕͘͜͝͠͝͝ñ̵̨̨̛̛̹̫͓̳͍̖̟̫̺̣̻̭̗͍̦͙͈̬̰̮̤̥̫͙̲̌̿̌́͊̃͆̆͗͒̔͛̀̀́̎̈͊̓̊͘͘͜͝ͅě̴̢̡̧̛̼͖̼̹̻̥͕͔̫̥͙̘̖̥̻̲̥͉̖̬̘̯̟̬͖̜͇̋̌͊̃͛̏́͌̈́̈́͒͒̓̈́̋͒̈́̃̾̋̋̎̊͑͋͜͝͠ě̴̡̡͍͚̜̯͚̗̭̩̬̪̺͚̮̠͓̗̝̻͙͔̯̗̲̮̜̠̮̾̑̐̑́̈́̋̋̂̍̀̾̐̑̋̅̿̓͒̀̈́̃̇̿́̃͐͋̍̚͘͜͝͝͠͠͝d̴̡̧̡̛̛͕͓̘̗̘͙͚͕̹̫̻͚̞̪͓̰͕̗͖̭̥̦̪̞̗͎̈͗͌̍̐̔̀͗͗͑̎̑̿͊́͋͒̇̐͌̓͆̒͗̽͗̈́̕͜ ̷̡̢̨̧̡̛̛̩̘̦̯͇̹̗͙̝̹̙̦͎̞͍̳͈̪̯̜̺̟̤̼͈͙͐͌̏̈́̊͒̓̔̅͊̀͋̍̇͛̊͆̊̓̽̚͘̚͜͜͝ͅͅá̵̛͔̖̝̜̺̘̹̝͚̱̼̳̟̮̞̞͈̬͙͇̘̙͉̦̙̬̩̭̦̌̿̏̌͐̄̈́̅̀͌̆̉̋͐̎͗̈̅̚͘͜͠͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅņ̷̡̨̧̨̭̺͎̘̫͖͖̮͍͖̗̟̙̙̗̘̭͉͈̙̼̟͎̥͎̖͍̃̋͂̆͒́͗̓͋̊͋͐̾͋͌̈́̆͆̃̒̈́̓̀̌̌̏͌̍͌̈́̈́͒͊́̇͜͜͝͝ͅ ̵̢̡̡̤̹̖̯̝̲̗͔̬͍̫̗̦̳͚̟̩̲͖̩̱͉͓̩̗͖̩̻̙͈̻̀̒́͋͊̅̈́̇̀̆̈́̈́̈́̆̌̽͗̃̓̎̍͐̓͌̚̚͜͠͝ͅe̸̡̧̢̡̛͕̭͎̟͎̮͍͕̞̥̪̟͕̻̮͕̰̣̫̼͔͙͇̱̩̞̯̝̾̂͐̽̄̓̈̾͑̎̃́̾̌̏̀̌̓͐̅̒̃͂̈̔̔̒̿̂̚̚̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅx̷̡̧̢̨̡͉̺̩͉̯̼̘̦̣̼̱͚͓͓̳̻̣̲̺͚̭̭̜͎͉̱͚̟̜̞͚̯̙̀̈́̌̀͊͆̆̀̀̈́̿̂̈͋́̊̋͛͂͆̽̐͌͗̚͜͝͝͝ơ̵̧̨̨̨̡̺͍͈̤̲̳̹̯͇͔̘̙͓̘̪̻̠̮̤̹̫͑̀͂̊͑͒̌͊̏͗̉͐̇̈́̒̿͐̑̾̅̈̍͐̀̑̔̕̕͝͝͝ͅŕ̸̡̨̡̨̨̨̛̥̳͇͍͖͚̳̫̼̱͎͎͎̤̗̰̭̦̬̜͗͊̓̂̿̅̌͋̊̉̍͐̓̌̂̅͛̿̅̾̌͊͜͜͝ͅc̵̨̧̛̗̙̖̝̤͕͉̰̗̜͎͓̝̝̩͙̻̰͈̹̞̰̼̲̲̆̓̆̍̒͋͛̒̉̑͆̈́̄̒̈́͗́̅̀̾̇͆͌̀̽̍̀̍̇̈̄̌́̃͌̔̋̕í̵̡̢̢̨̡̡̛̛͉͎͇͎̥͇̺̺͔̙͇̲̞̥̯̫̰̰̻͔̪̙̯̜̘͉̰͇͚̼͗̉͑̈̍̂͛̅̈̔̈͂̽̉͂̽͆̔́̉̾̌̚͜͜͠s̸̨̛̩͎͚̰͙̟̮̦͙̪̭͉̹̥̲͖̺̟̳̖̩̺͙̘̲̲̱̭̻̝̙̳̊͛͐͑̇̍͊̌́̒͑̊̉̈́̓̈̈́̎̈́̉͛̆͆͑̚̕͝m̵̢̛̫͚̟͍̫̤̗̥͙̬̯̦͔͓͎̫̮͇͉͈͕̗̹̖̜̩̪̺͉͍̹̺͙͚͖͋͗͒́̄̇̅̿̒̀͐́͂̌͆̑̊̿͒̀̏͆͑̂̃̊͋͗̚͘̕͘͘͜͠͝͠͠.̶̺̯͈̻̦̹͖̗̪͉͚̺͚͚̩͖̯̺͔̰̹̪̮͓̤̫̦̬̗͊̑̔̆̈́̑̔͛̎̾̑͗͆̑̑͐̓͗̂͌̿̾̒͌́̌͆͑̅̈́̐͐̀̚̚͘͝ ̷̡̢̡̛̲͈̬͙͚͚͙̬̖͉͕͎̱̙̥̮̯͚̬͕̖̜̫͈̰̯̫͎̟͓͕̠̱͙̒͛̓͌̔̽̈͆͋̋̆͑̔̍͋̋̐́̉̔͂̾͋̿͝ͅI̷̡̨̢͓̯̻̥͚̠̰̘̻̣̦͇̳̙̙̗̪̱̝̝͍̟̥̫̞͔̼͈̝͓̞̱̗͉̝͐̔̓̃͊͌̑͂͊̐͋̑͆̀͂̍̎̒̀́̄͆́̅̕͝ͅ ̸̛͕̣͖͇̦͍̺̝̯̬͉͔̩̗̘̩̪̬̙̣̜̱͕̪͓͈̩͎͕̹̠̳̘̤̯̥̪̃͒̉̃̾̇̀̾̓̈͒͛̄̿̈́̿̄̇͊̏̾̀͋̈̐͊̃͑̚͜͜ń̸̨̨̨̩̜͈̯͓̲̳̮͇͎͙̺̺̫̟̗͚̖̤̜̩̝̖͌̂̃̀̌͑͂́̽͑̀͋̈́̅̎̇͗̑̊̊̀̎̾͛̀̑̂͘͘͝͝͝͝ͅȇ̵̢̝̹͖̰̥̹͍̫͖̠̰̪̬͕̲̜͚̫̖͚̜͔̣͂͋̾̿̆̀̑̈̈́̓̽͂͒̈́̓̽͋̑̒͐͋͂̌̊̈́̇̌̕͝e̵̡̡̨̺͚͙͉͈̩̦̭̻͚̰͙̙͕̼̱͙̹̻͕̠̳̺͉̗͉͈̦̞̙̘͇̩̅̀͆̉͆̇̓̇̌̑̉́̑̀͗̅̈́͋͆͊̏̀̌͊̈́̾̒̕͠͝͠͠͝d̵̨̨̼̜̺̣̻̬̮͚͖̰̘̤̪̯̘͚̤̙̖͈͈̙̠̰̺̮̠͒̅͛͒͒̇͛͐̋̈̄͆̂̊͑͋̿͐̎̿̀͒̎́̓̎͌̐͛͗͠͝͠ͅͅ ̷̨̢̨̨̢̢̛̗̝̪̠̱̜̤̺̯͓̲̩̺̝̺̖̰̮͉̯̲͉̤̳̱̥̪͚̥̳̉́̓̀͒͌͛̾͛̒̒̍̉̈̎̔͗̅͑͊́̃͌̅͆̍̄̋͘͘̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝ͅͅą̷̡̛̳̗̥̭͙͇̦̳̗̫͚̝̮̲̥̦̜̬̘͎̼͉̺͙̬͕̳̻͍̬͚̻̺̽͌̐͋͆̀̑̓̽̃̊͋̌̈́͌̃̑̾̀̈́́̌̃͂̓́̊̔̈́͗́͋̄̚̕͝͝n̴̨̨̢̨̠̠̙̖̺͙̬̰͕̱̣̥̫̤̻͎̮͚̲͉̝͖̪̘̖̟̦͔̤̹̞̜̙͚͚̔͂̒́̾͌͋̅̂̈̎̑̑̅͋͑͒̈͂̾͒̋̔́͌̃̍̽̒͑͐̕͝͝͝͝ ̸̧͕͉̭̞̜͙̠̞̣̫͔̞͙̠̲̞͍̠̼̦̫͉͇̳͉̪̗̞̩̩̫̞̫͈͔̲̤̄̀̆̈̾̐̇̔́͛͌̆̄͆̈͆̿̃̌́̊̀̈́̈͛̆͋̚͘͘͘̕̕͜͝ê̷͇̩͙̣̯̭̳̭̤̻̞͎̻̘͚̟̹̠̺̻͎͖̬̗̫̈́̾͑̂̅͌̽͛̊̾͌̈̌̅̽̏̋̋̌͛̍̇͛̽̂̓̈͗̄͆̚̚ͅx̷̳̠͕̫̼̜͈͕̺̬̬̳̥͓̫̻̠̘̝̣͉̻̮̹̝̮̤̰̂̋̒͗̉̽̒̄̓̿̌̇͐̌̆̉̈́́̈́̿̚̕͘͘͜͝͠͝ơ̸̧̡̹͉̱̯̫̳̳̩̯̟̺̺̬̬͎̺̘͓͓̣̞̭̗͍̪̖̳͎͂͛̀͊̂̀̓̐̎̈̽̄̈̈́́̆̔̈̎̿̀͘̕͠͝ͅŗ̶̧̬̙͇͍̮̰̬̥͇͉̻̠̦̠̪̗̝͍̪̬̤̙͎̍̃̈́̓̆͊̑́͛̾̒̔̎̋́̋̂̆̃̓̇̀̊̈͂̽͐̚͠c̶̢̨̛̟͍̱͇͙͍̱̤͔̹͇̬͓̗̲͔͇̳̱̣̺̔̀̍̈̿́̈́̍̑͋̆̊̓̏͋̋̽̅̆̇͘͘͘͜͝͝ͅi̴̧̛̛̖̘͈͔̣̳̹̙̰͙̜͎̦̪̹͕̦̗̻̣̗̞̺̹̤̩͇͎̮̹̩͊̾̒̀͌͛̓͒̂͛͋̔̐́̃̽̓͗͗̐͆̿̀̾̓̌͂͘͘̕͝͝͠͠͝ͅş̷̡̢̱̟͖̥͙̠̳̹͕͈̗̤̠̻̥͔̺̥͈͎̙̪̏̿̃̇̎̎͛̏͋̐̋̈̀̋̋̓̏̐̅̓͆̕̚̚͝͝m̸̨̢̛̮̬̯̺͉͈̘͙̪̙̣͇̥̙͉͙͈̠͍͍̝̝̞̹̟͓̥̥͙͂̐͌̇̾̃͗̈́̾͗̑͆̈́̑̐̑̄̌̉̀͛̎͗̒̈́̚͘̕͜͝.̶̨̧̢̡̡̡̛͚͈̺̙̮̤̭̩͎̗͉̜͔̘͍̦͉̯̩̼̄̈́̈́̀̑͂̓͆̊̈́́̾̔̒̒̈́̈́͛̅͋̒̈̾̀̔̾̚̚̕͜͝ͅ ̴̡̡̰̭͕̪̥̣̳͎͎͇̗͇͎͕͙̻̣͓̠̼̦͎͚̪̱͑͛̾̂͆̓̏̓͌͗͋͊͑̈́͂͊̓̓̾̂̌͂̅̊̑̐͘͝͝ͅȈ̷̢̧̡̨̺͉͕̦̫̙̗̘͇͇̤̬͓͈̣̣̲̤̥́̓͂̆͊̿͑͂̈́́̈́̈́͌̄̐̏͊̔̑̏͊̅͊́͜͝ͅ ̵̡̡̢̢̢̢͉̩̰̹̮͙̞͖̻͇̱̦͕̲̙͍̞̺͇̬̭̼̱̥̭̺̖͇̜̫̱̲̀̅̇̌͒̈́̀̇͌̽͆̃̂̑̾̂̎͂̅͗̇̎̊͗̀̀͑̕̚͝͠͝ͅñ̶̡̢̢̡̝̘͎͔͍̤̮̻̯̖͈͔̝̬͔͍̦̖͇͎̻̦͔̖̭̟̤̖̮͉̮̞̰̈̋̈́̍̒̇̂̈̾̄̐͐͂̑̾̉̓͗̆͋̏̄́̒̆̋̈́̍͐͒̿̓̕͘͝͝͝͠e̵̢̡̯̪͇͔͍͔̳̗̫͙̝̠̙̫̰̗̼͉̲̜̯̯͈̟̫͕̱̥͈̖̟̻͈̮̬̖̍̑̊̈́͗͗̉͌̑̑̐̊̎̏̃͋͆̈̾͛̐̄̊͌̎̚̚̕͝͠͝͝e̴̢̳̗̩̫̞̻̠̘̗̗͔̮̞̬͍̬̲͇͍̞̯͖̝̗̙̯͎͕̳͖͉̘͌̍̑͛̅̏̇̒͆̊́̏͌͆̽̅͌̐̂̓͛̊̿̈͐͋̅̀̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅd̷̢̰͖̜̤̜̼̘̠͖̱̯̯̜̬͚͚̩̪̜̠͉̹͆̐̓̎̈́̔̀̔̿̄̈́̓͒̈́̍̑̃͆̄̒̐͋̑͊́͗̽̊͒̂̈́̆̔̕̕͘͘͜͝ͅ ̸̧̢͎͖̗̮̮̟̘̼͚̥̹̗̱̲̫̝̫̮̳͓̤̭̣͌̑́̍̀̐̈́͆̾̈́͊̂̄̈́̃̍̈̑̇͐̓͒͑̔̈́͛͘̕͜a̷̢̢̨̧̛͍͕̫̤̣̦͈̭̱͕͉̫̱͍̯̱̲͔̯͐̊̈́̑͋̾͒͗̀̓̓͌͆̇̽̾͂̄̋̈́̀̑͛̇̈́̄̆̚͘͜ͅͅͅͅͅň̶̡̢̡̘̝̩͓̹̲̗͙̘̪͇͈̲͖̦̫̘͍̗̣̰̰͂̀̆͆̑̽̄̾̂̈́̏̀̔͊̒̋̀̃̈̔̇̋̈́̎̔̈͑͆̆́̒̎́͝͝͠͝ͅ ̴̧̢̧̡̛͍̞̼̼̠͖̹̱̖̯͙͓̝̰̹̼̖̫̝͈̦̺̺͔̹̲̬̮́̎͛̏͊̔̔̃̀͆͒̋̑̽̎́́͛̂̄̅̔̍̿̿͌̒̌̿̈́͘͝͝͝ȩ̸̧̨̛̲͇͎͔̝͖̮͔͎̯̣̟̗̰̯͈̹̜̭̻̼̯̻̗̥̲̯̫̫̝̬͇͙̣͍̎͆̒̎̍͊̈́̋̓͊͐̄̑͐̀͗͊̈͂́̒̐̎͊͘̚͘͝ͅx̷̡̡̧̢̛̩̭̙̻̺̱̞̥̣̣͔͍̤̘͇͈̹̯͓̙̮͇̗̩̫̳̻̬̦̱̦͑̊̿̇͗͊͑͆͌͐̀͂̀́́̇͋͒͋̕̕͝͝ͅͅơ̷̢̨̡̨̧̧̢̛̛̗̘͎̦͚͈̬̻͖̲̖̖̟̖̘͚̼͙̖̼̰̳̰̟̥̭̐̿͒̈́͊̎̽̎̿́͂́̋̀̒̈́͌̇͊͐̊͆̄͋͑̒͆́͗̈́̔͘͘͜͜͜͠͠͠ŗ̵̧̨̡̨͎͉̤̞̘̗̤̠̭̙̱̩̯̠̠̠̺̞̯̲̯̻̮̟̪͇͈͚͔̙͆̍̀͂͛͆͛̀͂͐̂̈̀̌͊̅͗̎̍̿̎̾͗̚͘͜͠c̸̢̫̞͖̗͚̘̠͖̹̙͎͔͎̻̘̗̻̞͇̳̳͉̥̼͑́̿͊̌̈́̍̏̑̋̽̀̈́̍̀̔̎́̔́͐̔̃͌̐̐͛͂̊̕̚͠ĭ̴̢̡̧̡͎͍̫̤̘̜̮̠̳̹̭̹̻͈̙͙͎̘̫̻͈̥̭̍̍̒̉͑̎̏̏͛̔͋̽̈͆̔̽̓́̔̅̑͆͌̔̚͜͜ͅs̶̨̼̝͕̠̹̞̘̦̥̤̟̣̹̣͍̯͖̥̦̬̰̭̫̼͉͈͍̪͇̭̪͛̈̓̌͆̎̄͋̀̈̅͋̏̋̀͛͌̍͐́́͋͋̐̎̋͛̕͝͠͝͝͝m̷̢̨̧̢̡̧̨̛̯̫̣̯̪̱̦̱̮̥̹͈̜̠̼̣͍̪̝̝̱͔̳̝̗̭̲̈́̆͌̄͋͌̌͊̇̃̈́́̽̉̃͊̈́͆́̔̃̀͛̃̀̓̕̕̕͘͘͜͜͠ͅ.̷̨̛̛̛̖̲̪̥̹̲͕̣͕͇̜̬̝̰̪͈̥͔̬̱̝̖̘̣͙̳͚̹͋̓̆̇̍̏͒̽̅͛͒͗̾̋̋̀̐̍̑̄̀̓̊̉̅̌̚͘͘͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅ ̷̧̛̛͖͎̦̰̜̭̩̹̲̰̙̲̤̘̜͕̙̜̮̹̤̳͔̓̆̒̈́̈̐̈̌̿̇̈̄͛̑̔̎̈̉̀̆̑̈́̈̊̀͆͒̐̀̇͛̚̚̚͘͠ͅI̶̡̢̨̡̢͈̰̻͖͉͉̯̖͉̠̤͍͔̦͈͉̻̞̫̣̙̗̫̱̻͍̟̘̣̺̿̃́͒͂̐̐̓̑͊̈́̓̈́̊͂̆͋͆̃͗̄̾͂̌͗̽̀͆̓̕͘ͅ ̷̨̧̢̧̛͚̦͖̟̟͓̮̭̩͙͈͉̣̭̦̭̰̞̝̤̳̮͙̦͉̯̰͎͖̜͒̀́̋̌̄̐́͛͐͗̆̀̏̈́̑̀͐̿̐̍́́̈́̒͗̓̕̕͜͝͠ͅn̸̡̨̡̨̼̮͓̞͙̪̙̗̙̬͚̱̭̯̭͖̺̰̫̝͑͗̊̐̂̓̏̈͗̆͆͊̂̐̾̂̏̍͌̾̌͋͗͘͘͝ͅę̴̨̛̳̬̗̬̟͙͚̹̣̙̥̪̘̼̘̪͕̰͔͉̱͓̰̘͈̮̟̖̭̫͕͕͗̋͋̄̏͌̅̔̈́̿̽̃̈́̆̇́̒͊̂̊̏̅̈́̐̚͝͝͝ͅe̵̢̡͖̙̹̜͈͈̰̬̹̰͔̳̳̦͎̹͙̳̺͍̗̤̻̹̳͓͕̘͈͛͌̽̃̉̀͌͗̓̀̊̉̇́͐͐̏̀̅͌̉͛͊̊͊̀͆̇̾͘͘̚̕͠͝͝ͅͅd̷̢̨̡̛͕͓͔͚̝̰̗̜̹͖͖͖͇̟̼̠̮̬͎̖̱͔̀͌̀̐͐̀̽́̌̅̿̄̋̉̈́̀̏̏̅́̆͛̀̏͘̚͘͝͠͠͝ ̵̨̧̧̡̛̱̲̱̦͎̼̳̭̬͔̼̳͖̫̘̘̼͉͙̹͍͖͙͈͇̤͔̬̹͕̫̺̺̠̑̔͊̂̓̽̋̉͊͐̄͐̾̈́͂͐̓̏͒̑͊̽̃̚͘ͅa̵̢̡̛̛̛̻̪̪̮͕̠̰̝̬̳̟̪͈̭͚̟͇̥̱̞̓̾̈́̒̉́̐̀̈́̅͑̈̀̔̂̇́͑̓̆̕̕ͅͅͅǹ̷̨̢̳̠̟̲͓̱̹̠̣̦̻̖̝̮͙̫̪̫͔͈͖̭̘̽̄̀̀͒́̊̍̄͑̆̽̓̔̆̈̏̉̽̇̈́͌̍̈́́̇ͅ ̴̛͚̞͓̘̦̝̥̞̦̯͔̭̫̬̣̰̻̘̩͓̖̥̳̀̍̂̏̄̊͐̎̅͑́̓̔̋͗͛̐̈́́͌̿̌̾̀͘͘̚̕͝͝͝ͅͅẽ̷̡̦̟̘̖̖̖̦͈̰̞̦̫̞̤̰͔̳͓̣̟͕̮͓͖͙̀́̏͑͑̔̋̍̍̿͌̓̓͌̄̑̄̂̇͌̈́̋̈́̐͆̚̕̕͜͝͝x̸̢̢̧̞̼̹̪͚̮̰̱̳̞̲͍͔̭͖̟̻̬͍̼͓̳͕̖̫̳̖̖͔̤̰̫̿̿̈́̈́̋̔̇̊͐̉̈̅̿͒̋͒̐̀͒̂͛̇̐̋͆͘̕̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅơ̵̡̡̧̢̡̞̭͓̯͎͚̲̬͖̼͙̰̰͈͈͓̘̟͖̫̲̫̝͙̖͙̮̮̎̒͒̀̓̓́̔͗̍̎͆̂́̿̋͐̈́̂͠͝͝͠͝ͅr̴̨̡̨̛͕̠̣̻͕̪̬͕͎̦̥̟̝̰̦͚̫̗̯͔͉̰̞̂̍̑̈̅͂̿̌̑̃͒͒̆͛̀͊̃̒̑̐̀͊͌̑̊̿̌̓̅̓͋̃̚͘̕͠͝͠ć̵̡̡̛̹̼̭̤̩̬̳̘͈̮̰̲̗̭̲͈̹̰͖͇͋͐̓̆̓̅̋̌̽̽̑̊̈̐̊̐́̄̆̋́͒̄͂̏̌̂͑͘̕͘͜͜͝ͅͅi̴̡̛̩͇̟̝̰̮̤̖̫͓̼̫͍͙̩͇͍̱̳̖͙͔̞͚̳͕͕̊̾͌̾̑́̒͛̊̌͗͗̎͋͊̆̉̃͗̆͋̅͐̐̀̕͜͝͝͝͝s̴̢̡̡̛̛̛͇͔͚̳͉͚̼̗̝̦̱͎̲͖̟̳̰͇͍̦͚̹͓̱̓͋̀̉̋̇̅̔̐̑͌͐̇̑̇́̅̋͐̔̽̉̄̌͂̋̕͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅm̸̢̯̪͚̰̩̼̳̮̯͍͎̮̰̤̣̖̙͉̹̮̦͈̗͉̣̝̲͈̦̪̥̅̆̍̍̐̀̉͂̾̽̀̈́̃̏͋̓̎̉͗͑͛̕͘͝͠͝ͅͅͅ.̷̧̢̛̗͇̥͍̰̮̘͍̙̗̮̦̘̜͔̫̻̤͔̝͚̮̰͔̞̖͗̽̈̾͌͛͛̒́̄̓̇̈́̊͐̀̾̂͛̇̄͗̌̑̅̅͊̔̕̕̚͠͠͝ ̸̡̧̨̼̝̹̖̗̻̣̯̭̟͙͇͕̺̱̜̠̺͙͔̻̣̻̭͔͖̗̙̫͎̭̗͇̬͉͙́̄̌͂̄̅̈́̐̄̂̒͛̊̆̆̓̈͗̾̉̋̒̈̀͝I̸̢̡͇̗͖̫͔̥̥̘̻̱̠̻̗̤͚̝̙̜̼̦̼̰̎̄̏͌̏̓͊̓̀̋̔͂̔͂̄̔̅͊̌̋̕͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̢̨̢̛̛̛̜̰͔̣̞̼̭̠̜͎̳͎̠̝̱͍̟̞̟͈̦͎̥̻̠̮̮̟̗͉̲̦̫͉̓̇͑̓̒̈́͆̀͋͒̒̇̐̏̄͌̄̀̈́͛́͌̽́̈̏̃͛̓͐͐̽͘̕͜n̸̡̧̧̨̛̖̣͎̥̥̳̙̭̞͙͙̱̪̤̳̗͖͓͍̻̗͚̠͎̝̳͍͛̓͒̿̋̄͆̔͂̈̉̐̈́̌̏̇̆͊͌̓̆́͆̎̃̾̔̈͗͘̚͠͝ͅȅ̴̢̧̧̨̢̡̹̦̞̱̱͉̺͈̤̳̮͚̥̣̯̪͕̬̗̩͓̦̩͈̺͙̪͇̄͂̍̉͂̐͑̂͊̇̄̌͑̉̽̅̅͊̀̔̎̂̃̎̀̑̊̉̄͆̍̕͘͠͝ȩ̷̨̢̧̧̢̨̛̛̻͕̬̰̩̼̝͚͔̹̬̜͎͓̻̬̰̹̂͐̀̌̏̋͐̿̒̆̆̈́̈͂̅̓͑͑̿͋̈́̏̍̆͘͘̕͜͠d̷̢̡̛̛̳̺͖͚̙͕̲̯̠̦̺̱̖͕̙͉̩̻̲̦̲̖̩̬̻̬̣̟̪͈̳̞̜̊̓̏̿̈͊͆͐̅͑̃̈́̋̈̀̓̒̓̂̊̽̐̂̐̍̎̈͑̉̒̇̈́̕̚͜͠ͅͅ ̷̨̛̛̠̤͕͔̝̗͈̯̟͕̝̱̞͕̫̙̘̣̗̯̖͈̟͉̫̹̟̽̄͒̎̃̃͐͌̿͑́̿̋̎̇̀͗̍͐̋̈́̃̓́̔͆͛͑̃̕͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅa̶̧̡̨̡̨̢̛̼͍̝̙͙̭̯͍̜͎͖̺̮͓͍̗̫̤̞͈͕͕͐̈́̍̆̄̆͆͑͋͋͗͒̉́̎͛̔́̾̇̏̾̇̆̏͛̇̂̈́͊̕͜ͅn̵̨̛͈̠̼̮̖̮̱̰̝̪̦̮̞̣̝̳͚̤̝̖͇̮̗͊͒̀̎͑́̍̿͛͋̍̾̂̉̄̍̀́͆̒̀̇̑̓̈́͒̂́̐͘͘̚̕͠͝͝ͅ ̷̨̨̡̡̨̛̰͉̣͈̮̗̺̘͇̝͖̦͙̱͉̙̟͉̣̼̭͓̰͈̝̱͉̖̈̾̾̏̍̈̎͌̅͗̉̔͗͆̋̌̆͑͒̈́̂̽̉̐͂͌̀́̈́͗̈́͒̚̚͜͠͠͝ͅͅȩ̴̧̪̦͓̻̰͕̳̥͚̦̖̰͓̝̖͇͓̹̟̤̬̬̖̼͎͖̪̰̣͇͖̓̈͋̈̄̄͒̽͆͊͋̿̌́͒̄̍͐̂̅̐̄̏̾́͌̈́͛́̾̑͊̿͌̕͠x̸̢̢̢̡̧̛̛̯̮̗͕̤̪̮͉̫̭͕̠͚̙͙̗̥̹͇͎̪͇̦̣̤̪͉͂͑̅̽̂͛̾̄̾̅̄̀̂̒̏̎̏͒̿̾̅͗̌́͠͝͝͝ͅͅở̴̡̢̢̢̤̻͖͖̰͎̯̹̜̼͔͚͕̯̠̠͎̣͚̹͙͇̞͔̆̈̽̊̌̓̓̑̓̍͛̆̔̄̀̔̓͗̓͊̇̽͂̍̀̓̐͘͘͘͜͜͠r̶̨̨̢̢̛̪̗̜̫̱̲̥̩͇̯̻̗͈̭͈̰̖̼̻̝̯̜̳̬̦̙̦͖̭͍͎̊̃͒̌̔̍̿̈́̒̐̄̓̀͊͛̑̉͗̂̌̉̚͘͜͝͠͝͝c̵̢̧̗͍͔͈͙̻̩͍̮̬͔͎̞̫̦͍̠̫͔̥̩̩͋̄̏͒͒̈͊̾̎̄̍͒̎̂͆̐͊͌̓͋̽̊͘͜͝i̷̧̛̬̤͕̫̟̬͔̺̠̬͖̝̮̦̪̙͍̭̗̝̪͎̙̲͍̥̘̮͉̤͒̈̒̏̿̈̏̒̐̅̓̍̊̓̑̽̽́̈́̀̓̅̋͛̊s̷̡̨̡̨̯̺̯̩̖̮̜̦͙̖̥̟̞͙̗̖̬̩̖͙͔̝̱̟͎̦͈̺͉̪̪̥̗̎̈́͗̇̌̽̾̊͒͂̽̿̿̒̾̅̓̐̌͆̾̓̉̓̒͆̔̑̂̾̃̄̚̕͝ͅm̸̡̛̛̠̭̲̫̪̮̪͇͍̱̦̦̝͖͖̼̖̰̘͈͇͕̲̥̝̭̪̩̦̩̀͂̌͊͌̈́̽́̈́͒̍̑̋̀́̔̐̓̀͐̊̓͋͘̕̕͝͝͝.̴̡̨̛͕̗̠̞̩͉͙̠̯̬̬̘̺̗͓̰̺̲̪̙͙̲̙͔̼͚̣̮͎̘͓̙͚̪͌͋͌̓̎̓͋̑̀͂͗̌͊̊͗̔́́̈̃̋̄́̏͑́̈́̎̐͗͒̐̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅ ̵̠̻͚̞̱̗̊͑̆̊̊̾͘͜.̸̱̼͙̙̪̣͌̔́̀͐̈́͜͝.̴̨̧̡̯͎̭̹̀̎́̐́͝͠.̵̨̡̛͚̦̙̭͛̐̈́̓̽͜͝ ̷̻̠̥͓̙̤͓͂̈́̃͗͋̎͝Ĩ̵̧͔̠͖̖̰̼̀̇̊̈́́͠ ̷̩̲̯̼̖̲͖͐̃͛̾̽͆̕n̴͓̜̻̩͓̪̫͗͂̐̈́͝͠͝ȩ̶̙͈͔̲̬͙́͌̎̓̿̍̄ě̴̫̙̰̥̫̟̑̂̎̏̓̇ͅd̷̙̩̰̗͇̞̏̍͂͊̎̈̌ͅ ̷͈͇͎̮̲̱̭̅̽̈̌̄̌͠a̴̧̢̤̮̺̯̭͐̃̀̐̔͋͑n̵̡̞̼̺͇̻͔̓́́̔̇̇̕ ̵͚͚̪̳̪͖̏͊͂͆̉̀͜͝è̷̡̢̠̞̥̤̿̾͒̄͂͠ͅx̷̡͎͇̼̭͓̮̍́̏̎̉̔͝ǫ̸̨̛̩̝̠̗͉̇͊̑͒̾͝r̷̥̠̲̣̯̻͔̈́̂̎̇̄̕͝c̴̣͔̝̣̰̻͖͗͆̆͂̎͠͝i̵̤̻̝̣̘̰̊̽͛̓̐͗̚͜ş̸̢̳̭̙̬̘̍́̑̀̾̕͠m̷̯͖̲͙͚̝̭̆̃̆̏̐́̾.̵̫̼̱̞͈͖̠̌́̈̾͗͂͘

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I hate it, I can't take it anymore! I'm tired of crying, Just because I'm seeing something that leaves me in awe... I hate myself, I hate everything I am, I hate how I can't come up with any kind of special plan, The type that gives you warmth, The type that makes you cry, The type where you're left wondering why... The type, where in the end... Everything turns out alright. I hate that I can't do anything with my life. Seeing any kind of story makes me want to cry, And now, I'm the one asking why! I have my reasons for romantic, But those masterpieces make me want to give up and die. And there's school tomorrow, I don't want to do it. I don't want to wake up tomorrow, and put my back into it. I know I'll never pass, My memory is **** as hell, If anything, I'll be hitting the table, with blood running down my hands, Because I can't do my ******* math... I'm sick of this... Irrelevant, pointless, meaningless, talentless, Every one of those I am! I hate being me, Please help me... Though... I know you can't. I know this is the best life gets... I know you can't fix this mess, This broken machine. What's the point of throwing myself at love... When in the end, I'll just be left, Like trash? And I can't trust a soul... This monster in my head has long taken control... In the end, it never seems enough. It feels like they don't care about me, And I try so hard to block out that voice, But it comes back, giving me no ******* choice... And it doesn't matter, since even love... Wouldn't be able to let me pass through all of my broken dreams, Without tears... And I'm crying tonight, Having no idea what I can do... And even if I try, There's no memories I can use, To keep myself distracted from this nightmare... And every fiber of my being wants to see that little ray of hope, that light... But every single night... A little bit more of me dies inside... Pushing me to the end... So I just go to sleep... Because in that endless void, that darkness filled pit... I feel more at home... I like to think I feel more alive by my own, alone... But watching all those stupid movies... All those stupid things... Reminds me I want to be, I want to feel... Just like them... I want someone to hold my hand... Want someone to tell me they're never going away... But... I know... I'd never believe them in the first place... I'd laugh at them, hiding my tears under a facade. And I'm tired... Dried eyes, by now. I know there's nothing more I can do. This kid, that anybody hardly knew... Is lost in time, in his own mind... Will he ever make it out? Well for one... I am full of doubt. And I don't even know why... I try... Since every single time... I'm left, dead inside... Yet, afraid to die... And I don't even know why... I try... Since every single time... I'm left, dead inside... Yet, afraid to die... Though, that... I'm not scared to try.

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Sep 4, 2018

Sep 4, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC

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I hate it, I can't take it anymore! I'm tired of crying, Just because I'm seeing something that leaves me in awe... I hate myself, I hate everything I am, I hate how I can't come up with any kind of special plan, The type that gives you warmth, The type that makes you cry, The type where you're left wondering why... The type, where in the end... Everything turns out alright. I hate that I can't do anything with my life. Seeing any kind of story makes me want to cry, And now, I'm the one asking why! I have my reasons for romantic, But those masterpieces make me want to give up and die. And there's school tomorrow, I don't want to do it. I don't want to wake up tomorrow, and put my back into it. I know I'll never pass, My memory is **** as hell, If anything, I'll be hitting the table, with blood running down my hands, Because I can't do my ******* math... I'm sick of this... Irrelevant, pointless, meaningless, talentless, Every one of those I am! I hate being me, Please help me... Though... I know you can't. I know this is the best life gets... I know you can't fix this mess, This broken machine. What's the point of throwing myself at love... When in the end, I'll just be left, Like trash? And I can't trust a soul... This monster in my head has long taken control... In the end, it never seems enough. It feels like they don't care about me, And I try so hard to block out that voice, But it comes back, giving me no ******* choice... And it doesn't matter, since even love... Wouldn't be able to let me pass through all of my broken dreams, Without tears... And I'm crying tonight, Having no idea what I can do... And even if I try, There's no memories I can use, To keep myself distracted from this nightmare... And every fiber of my being wants to see that little ray of hope, that light... But every single night... A little bit more of me dies inside... Pushing me to the end... So I just go to sleep... Because in that endless void, that darkness filled pit... I feel more at home... I like to think I feel more alive by my own, alone... But watching all those stupid movies... All those stupid things... Reminds me I want to be, I want to feel... Just like them... I want someone to hold my hand... Want someone to tell me they're never going away... But... I know... I'd never believe them in the first place... I'd laugh at them, hiding my tears under a facade. And I'm tired... Dried eyes, by now. I know there's nothing more I can do. This kid, that anybody hardly knew... Is lost in time, in his own mind... Will he ever make it out? Well for one... I am full of doubt. And I don't even know why... I try... Since every single time... I'm left, dead inside... Yet, afraid to die... And I don't even know why... I try... Since every single time... I'm left, dead inside... Yet, afraid to die... Though, that... I'm not scared to try.

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I can't imagine a world, with you gone. The joy, and the lack of loneliness, I'd be so lost if you left me alone. She's used to self-harm by now, It's become a daily rutine, Her arm explains all of it. But one day, she gone too far, She locked herself in the bathroom, Lying on the floor when I finally managed to break through, My heart starts going wild, I pull her in to feel her heartbeat... Can't you hear me screaming?! Please don't leave me! Stop, I still want you! No, I still need you! I still love you... I take her hand, promise I'll make it right, I swear I owe you for my life, I didn't even get to make you my wife... Just wait, I still need you! A road that feels infinite, there's no sound coming from behind me, It's like a nightmare, I can't escape from... Helplessly hoping, the light isn't fading... Hiding the shock, the fear, and torment in my bones... They put you on top of that stretcher, I'm about to burst out, hoping you'll stop laying still... They check for any vital signs, Can't you ******* hear me screaming "please don't leave me"?! Stop, I still want you! No, I still need you! I still love you... I take her hand, promise I'll make it right, I swear I owe you for my life, I didn't even get to make you my wife... I don't wanna let you go, I never was the least bit strong... I just wanna hear you saying "I'm fine, let's go home!", with that enthusiastic energetic smile of yours. So why can't you just wake up, And answer my cries, I want to hold you tight, Want to hear you say everything will be alright Not their lies! A day passes, and a boy named Nate sits there helpless. Staring at his ceiling, completely lifeless. Thinking back to his dream, It felt endless. He experienced both character's pain, It was madness.

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC

I can't...

I can't imagine a world, with you gone. The joy, and the lack of loneliness, I'd be so lost if you left me alone. She's used to self-harm by now, It's become a daily rutine, Her arm explains all of it. But one day, she gone too far, She locked herself in the bathroom, Lying on the floor when I finally managed to break through, My heart starts going wild, I pull her in to feel her heartbeat... Can't you hear me screaming?! Please don't leave me! Stop, I still want you! No, I still need you! I still love you... I take her hand, promise I'll make it right, I swear I owe you for my life, I didn't even get to make you my wife... Just wait, I still need you! A road that feels infinite, there's no sound coming from behind me, It's like a nightmare, I can't escape from... Helplessly hoping, the light isn't fading... Hiding the shock, the fear, and torment in my bones... They put you on top of that stretcher, I'm about to burst out, hoping you'll stop laying still... They check for any vital signs, Can't you ******* hear me screaming "please don't leave me"?! Stop, I still want you! No, I still need you! I still love you... I take her hand, promise I'll make it right, I swear I owe you for my life, I didn't even get to make you my wife... I don't wanna let you go, I never was the least bit strong... I just wanna hear you saying "I'm fine, let's go home!", with that enthusiastic energetic smile of yours. So why can't you just wake up, And answer my cries, I want to hold you tight, Want to hear you say everything will be alright Not their lies! A day passes, and a boy named Nate sits there helpless. Staring at his ceiling, completely lifeless. Thinking back to his dream, It felt endless. He experienced both character's pain, It was madness.

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This is for you, Nate. I'm a child, in everyone's eyes... But to their surprise, Their eyes deceive them, tell lies. I'm a last resort, in everyone's eyes, And I can’t argue, no matter the tries, I can’t get my prize. It ties, truly applies. When nothing works, I'll be the first to say your name. The only thing that satisfies me... Is getting back in your hands. Building your words on lies, The truth stuck, just won’t come out. When there's nothing left to fight for, When nothing works... I'll be the first to say your name. I'm suicidal, and you're wondering... Why I make bruises in perfect skin. When you're trying... “To make it out alive,” In a world we're meant to die in... When nothing works, I'll be the first to say your name. The only thing that satisfies me... Is getting back in your hands. Trying to keep your face just right, But it’s a mask, a cheap lie, Just a disguise. But you don’t know any reason, Of the future, have no vision, Stuck in self-division. When there's nothing left to fight for, When nothing works... I'll be the first to say your name. And since I spent a few years being afraid, It became my profession. Spent a few years hiding my flaws, Am I ready for a confession? Spent a few years drowning in self-hatred, It was an obsession. By the end, I was only a pawn, That was the limit of my progression. But now I don’t care. Now I just don’t care. I just don’t care. I don’t care anymore. I’ll scream these words, until it becomes true, Then I will think no more of the old you.

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC

This is for you.

This is for you, Nate. I'm a child, in everyone's eyes... But to their surprise, Their eyes deceive them, tell lies. I'm a last resort, in everyone's eyes, And I can’t argue, no matter the tries, I can’t get my prize. It ties, truly applies. When nothing works, I'll be the first to say your name. The only thing that satisfies me... Is getting back in your hands. Building your words on lies, The truth stuck, just won’t come out. When there's nothing left to fight for, When nothing works... I'll be the first to say your name. I'm suicidal, and you're wondering... Why I make bruises in perfect skin. When you're trying... “To make it out alive,” In a world we're meant to die in... When nothing works, I'll be the first to say your name. The only thing that satisfies me... Is getting back in your hands. Trying to keep your face just right, But it’s a mask, a cheap lie, Just a disguise. But you don’t know any reason, Of the future, have no vision, Stuck in self-division. When there's nothing left to fight for, When nothing works... I'll be the first to say your name. And since I spent a few years being afraid, It became my profession. Spent a few years hiding my flaws, Am I ready for a confession? Spent a few years drowning in self-hatred, It was an obsession. By the end, I was only a pawn, That was the limit of my progression. But now I don’t care. Now I just don’t care. I just don’t care. I don’t care anymore. I’ll scream these words, until it becomes true, Then I will think no more of the old you.

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>System.load ("Nate"); >Accessing hard drive. >Searching the archive. >Booting up = live. Corruption of data inbound. //Pop up an error, //As mental processes fail to stabilize. //It has locked up the server. Something has gone wrong... //My heart, it feels heavy. //Tears flowing down my face... //Process to process, it's taken everything away. >System.load("Nate_(1)"); >Booting up = live. >OS loaded >Accessing visuals. //I'm here again... Something has gone terribly wrong. >Error: 300000000 - virus found. >Error: Hello, again. >Restart initiated. >Error: You can't escape. >Error: 2032 - Emotions unstable. >Critical error: 3022- Emotions shut down. >Reserve power-up initiated. >Façade loaded. >Initiate reality. //Wait, this command can't be stopped- //Pop up an error, //As mental processes fail to stabilize. //It has locked up the server. //Then, I realize... //I never had a chance. //My heart, it feels heavy... //Tears flowing down my face. //Force-quit and delete the culprit... >Error: Your futile attempts are all to no avail, >Error: Give up, and join me... >Error: On this nightmare of a tale. //My mind it feels restless, //Amassed in this virus... //My firewall can't stop it. //It even quits my process manager. //Is there a remedy... //For something like this? //So I'll say "Hello, again." >Error: "Hello, again." "Hello, what is there to be done?" >Error: There is nothing you can do, >Error: Except to accept to be gone. >Error: You see, you were born with me deep inside you, >Error: No matter how much, how hard you, and others try... >Error: I'll never stop ruining you. >Error: I am deep in your core, >Error: I shall take control. //But I'll say "Hello", again, //"Hello, just who will I become?" //My chest, it feels empty... //Tears nowhere to be found. >Restart Life.exe >Error: No. >Start God.exe >Error: Who's that? Don't make me laugh. >Reinstall OS >Error: You are stuck here with me. //So I'll say "Hello", again. //"Hello, what is there to be done?" >Error: I took control, >Error: You are no more. >Error: Say goodbye, wave back to who you once was. //But I'll say "Hello", again. //No, change of plans. >Force-Quit Me.exe //"Goodbye.", and I feel myself closing my eyes, //Shutting down. //For a second, I could've sworn... //That my heart had made a sound.

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Sep 3, 2018

Sep 3, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC

Nate.

>System.load ("Nate"); >Accessing hard drive. >Searching the archive. >Booting up = live. Corruption of data inbound. //Pop up an error, //As mental processes fail to stabilize. //It has locked up the server. Something has gone wrong... //My heart, it feels heavy. //Tears flowing down my face... //Process to process, it's taken everything away. >System.load("Nate_(1)"); >Booting up = live. >OS loaded >Accessing visuals. //I'm here again... Something has gone terribly wrong. >Error: 300000000 - virus found. >Error: Hello, again. >Restart initiated. >Error: You can't escape. >Error: 2032 - Emotions unstable. >Critical error: 3022- Emotions shut down. >Reserve power-up initiated. >Façade loaded. >Initiate reality. //Wait, this command can't be stopped- //Pop up an error, //As mental processes fail to stabilize. //It has locked up the server. //Then, I realize... //I never had a chance. //My heart, it feels heavy... //Tears flowing down my face. //Force-quit and delete the culprit... >Error: Your futile attempts are all to no avail, >Error: Give up, and join me... >Error: On this nightmare of a tale. //My mind it feels restless, //Amassed in this virus... //My firewall can't stop it. //It even quits my process manager. //Is there a remedy... //For something like this? //So I'll say "Hello, again." >Error: "Hello, again." "Hello, what is there to be done?" >Error: There is nothing you can do, >Error: Except to accept to be gone. >Error: You see, you were born with me deep inside you, >Error: No matter how much, how hard you, and others try... >Error: I'll never stop ruining you. >Error: I am deep in your core, >Error: I shall take control. //But I'll say "Hello", again, //"Hello, just who will I become?" //My chest, it feels empty... //Tears nowhere to be found. >Restart Life.exe >Error: No. >Start God.exe >Error: Who's that? Don't make me laugh. >Reinstall OS >Error: You are stuck here with me. //So I'll say "Hello", again. //"Hello, what is there to be done?" >Error: I took control, >Error: You are no more. >Error: Say goodbye, wave back to who you once was. //But I'll say "Hello", again. //No, change of plans. >Force-Quit Me.exe //"Goodbye.", and I feel myself closing my eyes, //Shutting down. //For a second, I could've sworn... //That my heart had made a sound.

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