What do they know of darkness?
What do they know of the choking blackness of the void that swallows you whole?
What do they know of isolation, desperation, loneliness?
They know nothing.
Nothing at all.

r.m | Excerpts #17ย ( viaย ibuzooย )
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โ–ˆ โ–Œ&ห‘ แถคแถฐหขแต– โช sharp claws tear at my heart until it’s covered in scars โซ