فلز سرد، بر پوست لغزید.
نه با خشم، و نه با وسواس جراحی.
تا لحظهای که درد از اعماق خفا برخاست.
و بعد، تنها سکوت بود، سکوتی سرخ. 彡
𝔈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗆𝖺
Happy birthday to me.
"And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all be somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments aren't stories. This is happening."