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[✨ zozo.]

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Bacon ipsum dolor amet meatloaf corned beef rump shankle filet mignon. Chuck ham beef capicola. Turducken frankfurter pastrami, landjaeger leberkas andouille sausage turkey burgdoggen flank prosciutto short loin venison. Andouille picanha doner bacon bresaola shank tenderloin. Beef ribs swine shankle t-bone. Shankle drumstick brisket chicken biltong filet mignon boudin ham hock frankfurter ribeye. 

Bacon ipsum dolor amet meatloaf corned beef rump shankle filet mignon. Chuck ham beef capicola. Turducken frankfurter pastrami, landjaeger leberkas andouille sausage turkey burgdoggen flank prosciutto short loin venison. Andouille picanha doner bacon bresaola shank tenderloin. Beef ribs swine shankle t-bone. Shankle drumstick brisket chicken biltong filet mignon boudin ham hock frankfurter ribeye. 

Bacon ipsum dolor amet meatloaf corned beef rump shankle filet mignon. Chuck ham beef capicola. Turducken frankfurter pastrami, landjaeger leberkas andouille sausage turkey burgdoggen flank prosciutto short loin venison. Andouille picanha doner bacon bresaola shank tenderloin. Beef ribs swine shankle t-bone. Shankle drumstick brisket chicken biltong filet mignon boudin ham hock frankfurter ribeye. 

Bacon ipsum dolor amet meatloaf corned beef rump shankle filet mignon. Chuck ham beef capicola. Turducken frankfurter pastrami, landjaeger leberkas andouille sausage turkey burgdoggen flank prosciutto short loin venison. Andouille picanha doner bacon bresaola shank tenderloin. Beef ribs swine shankle t-bone. Shankle drumstick brisket chicken biltong filet mignon boudin ham hock frankfurter ribeye. 

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[✨ zozo.]

The bright half of her world was pulsing – one fist colliding with her only functioning eye, knocking her backwards. Crayons rolled beneath her body and stars danced across her vision like a taunt, decorating a vast blue backdrop with flying whales and other creatures that didn’t belong in the heavens. It was a dream world created from dust, brought into what was a seemingly impossible reality. Despite the swelling under her eye, it was almost calming. But then she was up again, stepping over the scattered bodies with bloodied skulls. This was not a dream, no matter how pretty or wondrous the atmosphere was. This was the death games that made everyone’s hearts shiver in terror. She scrambled past trails and trails of crayons until she found Ingran. If the devil was real, it was in that boy’s eyes and she was not one to tempt something venomous. However, she trusted Jano’s judgment, and they had already agreed upon the alliance. Even if her twin wasn’t here, she could not betray him. ”Ingran, we need to go!” She would not show her fear to him. They set off, feet scraping against unstable bricks. The two crayons rolling in her tote bag did not seem worth her time. If weapons and supplies were not here, they had to be elsewhere. Somehow they would have to reach the edge of the roof, and – They dropped. The impact was quick. There was no time to scream, only to feel her stomach rush into her lungs and knock the wind out of her. It reminded her of the times she missed a step and fell from the ladder of their treehouse, landing on her tailbone and cursing from the shockwave of pain. This was no different, tile against bone. The harshness made her nerves shudder. She grunted and climbed to her feet, knowing that bruises would not be enough to hinder her. There was a maze of staircases spiraling in every direction. Tributes were somehow walking along walls and hanging from the ceiling, defying every part of nature she thought she knew. They were inside of an enormous house, everything made grandiose and puzzling more so than the Capitol itself. What type of arena was this? She didn’t know where to go, so she climbed the closest set of normal stairs and found Ingran again. ”I need to find my brother,” she started, hand gripping the wooden rail of the staircase for dear life. Her stomach was still turning from all of the plummets she had taken. One more, and she might vomit. ”How about we—“ She mused aloud, but Ingran was sprinting ahead of her. There should’ve been a plan set in stone to find a way out of here and start exploring the lands for Jano and Asriel. Instead, Ingran had thrown himself into a second fray. Another cluster of tributes clashing by the staircase. She knew she could abandon him, leave him to indulge in his violent tendencies so she could find her brother. But it felt too early to start betraying her own values. The Games was a place of lost morale, but it was only the first day. She could wait. So with fists clenched, she followed suit.

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The bright half of her world was pulsing – one fist colliding with her only functioning eye, knocking her backwards. Crayons rolled beneath her body and stars danced across her vision like a taunt, decorating a vast blue backdrop with flying whales and other creatures that didn’t belong in the heavens. It was a dream world created from dust, brought into what was a seemingly impossible reality. Despite the swelling under her eye, it was almost calming. But then she was up again, stepping over the scattered bodies with bloodied skulls. This was not a dream, no matter how pretty or wondrous the atmosphere was. This was the death games that made everyone’s hearts shiver in terror. She scrambled past trails and trails of crayons until she found Ingran. If the devil was real, it was in that boy’s eyes and she was not one to tempt something venomous. However, she trusted Jano’s judgment, and they had already agreed upon the alliance. Even if her twin wasn’t here, she could not betray him. ”Ingran, we need to go!” She would not show her fear to him. They set off, feet scraping against unstable bricks. The two crayons rolling in her tote bag did not seem worth her time. If weapons and supplies were not here, they had to be elsewhere. Somehow they would have to reach the edge of the roof, and – They dropped. The impact was quick. There was no time to scream, only to feel her stomach rush into her lungs and knock the wind out of her. It reminded her of the times she missed a step and fell from the ladder of their treehouse, landing on her tailbone and cursing from the shockwave of pain. This was no different, tile against bone. The harshness made her nerves shudder. She grunted and climbed to her feet, knowing that bruises would not be enough to hinder her. There was a maze of staircases spiraling in every direction. Tributes were somehow walking along walls and hanging from the ceiling, defying every part of nature she thought she knew. They were inside of an enormous house, everything made grandiose and puzzling more so than the Capitol itself. What type of arena was this? She didn’t know where to go, so she climbed the closest set of normal stairs and found Ingran again. ”I need to find my brother,” she started, hand gripping the wooden rail of the staircase for dear life. Her stomach was still turning from all of the plummets she had taken. One more, and she might vomit. ”How about we—“ She mused aloud, but Ingran was sprinting ahead of her. There should’ve been a plan set in stone to find a way out of here and start exploring the lands for Jano and Asriel. Instead, Ingran had thrown himself into a second fray. Another cluster of tributes clashing by the staircase. She knew she could abandon him, leave him to indulge in his violent tendencies so she could find her brother. But it felt too early to start betraying her own values. The Games was a place of lost morale, but it was only the first day. She could wait. So with fists clenched, she followed suit.

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The bright half of her world was pulsing – one fist colliding with her only functioning eye, knocking her backwards. Crayons rolled beneath her body and stars danced across her vision like a taunt, decorating a vast blue backdrop with flying whales and other creatures that didn’t belong in the heavens. It was a dream world created from dust, brought into what was a seemingly impossible reality. Despite the swelling under her eye, it was almost calming. But then she was up again, stepping over the scattered bodies with bloodied skulls. This was not a dream, no matter how pretty or wondrous the atmosphere was. This was the death games that made everyone’s hearts shiver in terror. She scrambled past trails and trails of crayons until she found Ingran. If the devil was real, it was in that boy’s eyes and she was not one to tempt something venomous. However, she trusted Jano’s judgment, and they had already agreed upon the alliance. Even if her twin wasn’t here, she could not betray him. ”Ingran, we need to go!” She would not show her fear to him. They set off, feet scraping against unstable bricks. The two crayons rolling in her tote bag did not seem worth her time. If weapons and supplies were not here, they had to be elsewhere. Somehow they would have to reach the edge of the roof, and – They dropped. The impact was quick. There was no time to scream, only to feel her stomach rush into her lungs and knock the wind out of her. It reminded her of the times she missed a step and fell from the ladder of their treehouse, landing on her tailbone and cursing from the shockwave of pain. This was no different, tile against bone. The harshness made her nerves shudder. She grunted and climbed to her feet, knowing that bruises would not be enough to hinder her. There was a maze of staircases spiraling in every direction. Tributes were somehow walking along walls and hanging from the ceiling, defying every part of nature she thought she knew. They were inside of an enormous house, everything made grandiose and puzzling more so than the Capitol itself. What type of arena was this? She didn’t know where to go, so she climbed the closest set of normal stairs and found Ingran again. ”I need to find my brother,” she started, hand gripping the wooden rail of the staircase for dear life. Her stomach was still turning from all of the plummets she had taken. One more, and she might vomit. ”How about we—“ She mused aloud, but Ingran was sprinting ahead of her. There should’ve been a plan set in stone to find a way out of here and start exploring the lands for Jano and Asriel. Instead, Ingran had thrown himself into a second fray. Another cluster of tributes clashing by the staircase. She knew she could abandon him, leave him to indulge in his violent tendencies so she could find her brother. But it felt too early to start betraying her own values. The Games was a place of lost morale, but it was only the first day. She could wait. So with fists clenched, she followed suit.

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[✨ zozo.]

CALYPSO LETO hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

[✨ zozo.]

PIPPI DEXTER hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

[✨ zozo.]

. n a t h a n i e l  g r a i v e s .

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[✨ zozo.]

L

E

oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone

[✨ zozo.]

S.L.

instead of carving up the walls

why don't you open up with talk?

'cause we are ready
we are ready for the floor

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

do it, do it, do it now

say it, say it, say it now

i can't hear your voice

do i have a choice?

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[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

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WIP 3.

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[✨ zozo.]

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....me and my watered-down last name. Whoever said blood was thicker than water never fucking knew my Dad, huh?

Well neither did I.

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WIP 2.

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WIP 3.

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[✨ zozo.]

BRENTLEY.

oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone

[✨ zozo.]

oh, my mind's getting violent
it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone

[✨ zozo.]

oh, my mind's getting violent

it only multiplies in the silence
give you a fist full of violets and
watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

i've been running from the moon
since i got burnt by the sun
your face is brand new
but your smile is gone

[✨ zozo.]

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

saffron.

[✨ zozo.]

M A X

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

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M I C K E Y

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

Thankfully Mace does the talking for me. It is as if the train has swept me up and sent me back all those years ago to when I refused to open my stitched-up lips and let my bruised heart mourn the loss of a girl I once was. Secrets hanging at the nape of my sister's neck and feathers interlocking fingers, de ja vu wraps it's wrath around my brain and sends me into silence. I am frozen in time, shivering at the memory of Lucy's towering figure above me in the snow. Warmth comes to me in the form of Mace's hands and they stop me from jerking my fists up to hear the crack of Lucy's rib cage puncturing her lungs, absorbed in a memory I both crave and loathe to forget.

umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]