ᦓꪮꪀ꠸ᥴ ꪻꫝꫀ ᦓρ꠸ꪀᦔꪖᦓꫝꫀ᥅

sometimes I wonder who I am, am I really me, or a facet of once was. a longing desire to seek out something more, but only left with burning painful thoughts. am I really needed or am I to be left? as a remnant of the past nobody will look back at? all I can do is buy my time before inevitably...I'm left alone to my own demise.