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ɢяɛɛи, ɢяɛɛи thunderand the
Loud,loud ᖇ ᗩ ᓮ ﬡ
L e a d σʋя ẃ̸̩̩̐o̸̜̜̿͂e̷͔̯͌̂s̴͚̹̽͝ a s u n d e r
'̶̿N̶̿ᴇ̶̿ᴀ̶̿ᴛ̶̿ʜ̶̿ the proud,proud ᴠᴇɪɴs
Your name is Desdemona Floros, but you insist on being called by your alias, Nah. You're an aspiring, young, female boxer, and ready to win. Not a day goes by in which you aren't training to be the greatest. You're not going to rest until you've established yourself as being the very best. After all is said and done, it'd be a waste not to. Fight is in your tiger-esque blood, just as much as there's revenge in your twisted, and corrupt conscience.
Of t r a i n s let ḇ̶l̶̼e̴͜ę̷d̷̥ t h e gunmen of our
ᴘᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ɛαятнℓʏhearts
W e a n or ʝσʏƨ & ᴘʟᴜɴᴅᴇʀ
Peelour s̴͓h̴͇i̴̭n̵͚i̷̼ņ̸g̶̜ ̷̭t̶͇e̷̙e̴̡t̵̮h̷ͅ
Bid our h o l d on happiness
In your world, nothing has been good to you, not a single thing. With such a strong personal vendetta against the entire cosmos, it's no wonder why you're always, just. So. Damn. Angry. You try not to let it show, but you've never been a patient girl, oh no. You let them all feel your rage and relish in their fear.
βɛαт ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛʏ ᴛᴇsᴛs with lofty cries
lofty cries with t̷̨r̶̨e̸͇m̵̜b̷̞l̸͕i̷͔n̵ͅg̵̘ ̶̜t̸͕h̷̦i̷̖g̶̻ẖ̴s̸͎
Weepy chests with ωɛɛρʏ s i g h s
Weepy skin with t̷̨r̶̨e̸͇m̵̜b̷̞l̸͕i̷͔n̵ͅg̵̘ ̶̜t̸͕h̷̦i̷̖g̶̻ẖ̴s̸͎
Many people try not to mess with you because of the b a d vibes you often give off. Not many people are silly enough to stick around someone so sour in soul. Honestly, sometimes even you aren't sure as to why you're so bitter about your situation, but you don't want to dwell. There is far too much for you to f i x, it'd be silly to try and fix useless relationships with the pathetically earthly others.
Y o u must be нσʌɛяιиɢ o̵͒v̶́é̸r̸̉ yourself
Watching us d̴̹̾r̶̺͝i̷͕͂p̵̖̀ on ɛαcн σтнɛя'ƨ sɪᴅᴇs
Dear brother,c o l l e c t all the l̴̤̑i̷͚̎q̴͈̀u̴̠̓ĭ̸̳d̶̩̓s̶͔̆ off of the floor
U s e your o̸̮i̸͔l̶̰y̴̟ ̵̰f̴̤i̸̟n̴̲g̸̡e̴͇r̵̥s̶̟
Make a ραƨтɛ, let it form
No. You're the v i c t i m. You know it.
Let i t s̸̳e̶̯e̵̗p̶̢ through y o u r ƨσcκɛтƨ & ɛαяƨ
Into your ρяɛcισʋƨ, r̵͚u̷͖p̴̱t̴̗u̸͕r̴̦e̷͙d̴͇ ̵̖s̸̠k̷̨u̷͖l̸̲l̶̝
Let i t s̸̳e̶̯e̵̗p̶̢, let i t ᴋᴇᴇᴘ you from us
Ƥαтιɛитℓʏ heal ỵ̸o̴̮u̶͓
Ƥαтιɛитℓʏ unreel ỵ̸o̴̮u̶͓
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