͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚
epitaphias

Fury. It gnaws away inside me, unto me, into me, around me. Yet, it's never satisfied — not until it consumes the very ash I was made of.

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