𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 : when the sword cuts into my soul, i keep a calm gaze. i accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. by means of the stab, after the stab, i become invulnerable. in the reflection, i am all bloody ― what is this in my hand? i break it, turn it to dust, to meat, tearing the veins. it is my heart. i take it into myself. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.
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