𓍢𝐈͟𝐗.ᅠyouᅠtasteᅠtheᅠbloodᅠbeneathᅠmyᅠsilence,﹙ ⠀...⠀﹚my bit†��rness at being buried alive beneath the gaze of mortals. no saint could ever cradle what remains of me. 𖬺. yet, I hunger for love with the appetite of a corpse clawing through his own grave.
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‘ tu as l’air fatiguée. pourtant, tu as “pris soin de toi” toute la journée sur ton téléphone ( ... ) étrange comme le self-care moderne fatigue plus que le vrai travail. ’
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𓍢𝐈͟𝐗.ᅠyouᅠtasteᅠtheᅠbloodᅠbeneathᅠmyᅠsilence,﹙ ⠀...⠀﹚my bit†𝔢rness at being buried alive beneath the gaze of mortals. no saint could ever cradle what remains of me. 𖬺. yet, I hunger for love with the appetite of a corpse clawing through his own grave.
𝐈͟𝐓͟ 𝐈͟𝐒͟ 𝐄͟𝐗͟𝐂͟𝐄͟𝐏͟𝐓͟𝐈͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝐋͟𝐘͟ 𝐋͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟𝐋͟𝐘͟, BEING DRACO MALFOY. I WILL ALWAYS BE SUSPECTED. 𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐄͟ 𝐈͟𝐒͟ 𝐍͟𝐎͟ 𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐂͟𝐀͟𝐏͟𝐈͟𝐍͟𝐆͟ 𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄͟ 𝐏͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓͟.
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