[s]will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it[/s]

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𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 for love and acceptance. Constantly on the search for a place to belong. Throughout the years I’ve only ever felt that once, at least since [u]she[/u] left. To survive, I had to become a hunter. Always on the prowl. I never felt safe, and was always on the move. After [u]him[/u], after everything we (had) put each other through, no one seemed to compare. It’s risky business… moving on. Or rather, [i]trying[/i] to. I find myself getting lost in the night sky, trying to desperately to remember the stories he’d tell me. If only I could, I’d play it in my head and drown everything else out just to listen to the ghost/memory of his voice in my head.