"posessed" poems
**I'm a mess
my life is full of distress
I'm a mess
even I became selfless
These people around me
will keep on judging me
all my flaws that they will see
will be stock on thier memory
I'm a mess
I'm not a success
I'm posessed
with anger and stress**
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
as i'm sitting here
my body lingers for your touch
your sweetness is a jewel all the money in the world can't buy
and i love you so much
if i could ever try to make you mine
i would not hesitate
your beauty is a gift rarely found
your my angel for whom i'll wait
the richness of my love defies belief
with warmth and passion i hover near
carresing hands and kisses sweet
i long for you my dear
the darkest secrect of my soul i revealed
" your brokenness with love i will conceal"
listen gently to my wispering lips
my love for you is real
desire will not wait a moment more
i give myself to you to be posessed
i sink into the sotfness of your core
for a mutual release of bodies pressed
my heart is the only candle left to hold
for it is in your touch
i whisper a promised love to you
for i love you so much
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
Time keeps moving on so fast,
The things that we collect,
We keep things to remember,
So we never will forget.
Photographs and keepsakes,
Reminders of the past,
Memories of long ago,
Moments we want to last.
The places that I've been to,
The people I have met,
They're now images in my mind,
They're moments to reflect.
Memories are in your head,
Not in things that we posessed,
They help us to remember,
But we can all get obsessed.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 6:48 AM UTC
Staring at the neon walls around me,
trying to look deeper than the eye can see;
i'm thinking of the reasons why i'm left alone,
when i'm suddenly startled by a ghostly moan.
"Where are you going?" the clown begins to taunt,
and i think, "into his arms; at least, that's what i want."
I push away the curtains and I turn around to find
my best friend and her boyfriend; their love has left them blind.
And because of this, they're unaware that they are being followed
by a group of ****** children's toys whose hearts are very hollowed.
As she screams at the creatures, her lover holds her tight;
he says "i'll hold you close, until the bad things are out of sight."
My heart is slowly bleeding as I see their innocent love;
and I'm wishing life were better when a clown drops from above.
It cackles as I'm shaking; I'm as scared as I could ever be;
i now realize there's nobody to protect me.
I soon forget the posessed walls, as I relive it once again;
the first time I came here with you, before our love had an end.
I'm oblivious to the world around me, but nobody seems to care;
the only one who would is you, but you're not even there.
Walking down this dark hallway I can't see my tears,
but i know that they're from better years.
holding the broken pieces of a heart unwanted;
this house isn't the only thing that's haunted.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
I am ugly.
Amy says to herself in the mirror;
wishing her face was clearer.
Wanting her smile to be brighter.
Longing for the skin around her waist and thighs
to be just a little bit tighter.
She's nowhere near perfection;
nothing short of a defection.
Just one of the few flaws on Humanity's gorgeous face.
Or so she believed
before she could really see
the true so called "beauty"
those around her posessed.
Most of them are all faker than fake.
Coated with a plastic cake
hiding their distinctive features
to the point where your face
is just like hers
making all hope of individuality disappear.
Pretty much goes against everything we're fighting for, huh?
All of you claiming to be so different; what happened to that, huh?
Oh and let's not forget "skinny".
'Cause, baby, skinny itself just isn't skinny enough is it?
Craving attention as if it were vital
like the air we breathe.
Lying about your home life;
Wearing your pain on your sleeve.
Like savages, we crawl;
desperately begging for reassurance from everyone else
but ourselves.
They've taken your personalities
and made them indifferent.
Making it so that you are so much easier to form
into what others see
as beautiful.
Well take it from me then, Sweetie,
this oppressive standard of beauty is sickening.
Sickening like the *****
traveling up your throat and out onto the toothbrush
you are using to conform yourself to this standard.
Sickening like the pounds of cover up that are quite obviously
clogging those pores.
But oh, the lies you've told have already filled
enough of the gaps in your heart.
Face it girl, you don't even know who you are.
You've been engrossed by the standard
you all swear you're not a part of.
It is disgusting;
ugly, almost beyond repair.
Now Amy, she is beautiful.
That's right, take a good, long stare.
She won't change herself to be like you.
Can't you see you're miserable?
Pathetic, it's true.
I am beautiful.
Amy says to herself in the mirror.
Wishing, wanting, longing
for all of you to hear her.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:31 AM UTC
We were lost,
in the deepest,
darkest forest of death.
The blood had flooded in
and drained the trees
of everything but sin.
And we were there
dark, shadowy figures
chasing the darkness
longing for it's warmth
but we slipped and fell
on the moon's sweet beams.
Slowly you began feeding
I looked at you confused
and you nodded,
I knew what you were doing now.
"Tonight, We feast on their blood!"
And we drank three humans blood
all night long,
toasting to things we shouldn't know of.
Once they were drained
we left their empty bodies
in the formation of 666
calling upon the devil.
Our eyes turned black
and we sang til our posessed bodies
could sing no more.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
Why did you do this to me?
For I, in seriousness, was fine.
The lines were drawn, walls were clear,
For once in years my heart was free.
I'd slowly grown, building strength
To forget all that we were.
And at the mountain's top is where you found me,
Pushed me back down that ******* hill.
You crashed all that I'd carefully built,
And not in the good way, mind,
In less than, what, a millisecond?
My common sense, you killed.
What possibly posessed you.
To push my hopes skyward.
Only to ignore me since then.
I'm broken again, it's true.
Thanks again. I hope you're happy.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Take a journey if you dare
of passions and thrills beyond compare
You'll see visions cold as ice
and feel the fire but, for a price
We make the best drinks ,your mouth has ever posessed
we make them with care and a little tenderness
They'll knock you off your feet, that for certain
Preparing your mind for whats behind the curtain
We show you all the tricks for living a happy life
maybe you'll be lucky and win the door prize
You'll return home a brand new man
less your essence but, this we need you understand
So come on down,don't be shy, live the life you were born to die
We grant wishes, influience dreams, make it happen,that's one of our schemes
You'll never ask for a thing again , posessing it all to your hearts content..... One warning of caution I must pass on.....Heaven doesn't take anyone who's answered the curtains call....So watch your step it's a hell of drop....Enjoy the show....just close your eyes and.........FALL
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
I'm trying not to become
Co-dependent
On someone
Someone I like a lot
Who brings solace to my fears
When they choose to talk
And I'm trying to appear sane
If only on the surface
To not throw my fondness away
For said person
By expressing it too often
Cause in the static of my mind
Time moved in heartbeats and
In solitary reflection I find
I've found a semblance of what
I seek
It's true I could die today
With a flashback of your voice
So I'm hoping that you'll stay
Because I'm still awake
I couldn't find it in art
Small-talk or T.V
No words seem to explain
This sensation that's posessed me
You think I'm a wreck because
I'm young and
Glorifying your face
But the truth is that I'm numb
When a cold wind replaces
Your embrace
You see romance never wanted me
Affection left me alone
All I knew were scissors to
Snip petals off of roses
And pills of all shapes and sizes
To keep my mind off of the
Affirmation
Believing I was fated to
Constant suffering in silences
My shiny new rational is this:
Life's too short to never fall
In love and life was meant for
Just two to amass a
Treasure trove
I'm trying to stay myself
And share my completeness
With the one
I'm trying to remain intact
When all is said and done
But that's only theory
I can't build a house on
The foundations more like water
That consumes the cement and
Stone
So I'm a little bit dramatic
I know what you're thinking
But who are you to tell me
That my therapy's not working?
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
If my brain and heart could both shut up that'd be nice
Or even better if an inventor could create a device
That could remove these ticks and overactive nerves
That manifest themselves as habits it doesn't take an idiot to observe
I don't know what purpose they serve
But it's eating my time and life up like an hors d'oeuvre
Whether nervous or in habit,
I feel and look like a posessed rabbit,
Rabid with energy that must be expended
A toap on a desk, a scratch to my face or a muscle that must straighten and then be bent
Again and again.
I'm sick of this problem but it shall not win!
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
I cannot care for you
Dragonfly
If you can't care for yourself
Broken cloud
And all the love I gave
Silent tomb
Becomes wasted
Little one
I think
it is best
that I
lay this ghost
to rest
If I
Am truly
Meant to
Be haunted
Posessed
Her spirit knows where I am
I'll reach no more
Unless she's reaching
I'm not waiting
I'm ready
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
i wonder how lucky we are
seeing those stars even from afar
beautifully crafted up in the sky
such sceneries makes me high
like that lovely genuine smile you posessed
drives me crazy and now I'm pretty obsessed
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
Do you remember when we walked together along the sandy beach, sounds of the ocean in the background. I was collecting full seashells from the sand... I remember us. You were carefree; you loved to jog first thing in the morning. I was reluctant but I loved your spirit and oh how I longed for your energy. I envied your love of life, that was something I had never posessed...until I found you. I yearned to live with you in your love of life. I wanted so badly to feel the immense love you felt from every face you greeted and every laugh you caused. You were my life and they took you away from me. I may not deserve life or love or laughter but I am grateful I had your's even if it was for a brief moment and gone too quickly. I will remember.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
His touch sent chills through my spine
Like I was posessed by the devine
Not a child like the rest
Oh to a man my body confess
Strong hands but not a wicked grip
No longer a juvenile attached to my lip
No this is not some 16 year old affair
Oh to a man my body I swear
He'll reach me why I know not of sin
and i'll let him with a grin
No he's not a child like the rest
Oh to a man my body I've confessed
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
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.
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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.̵̫̼̱̞͈͖̠̌́̈̾͗͂͘
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
i cant go to sleep.
if i go to sleep
ill become posessed by that ghost.
but that doesnt worry me
ill get the ghost
because i know
itll sleep.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC