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⸳⭑ࣶࣸ ֺᖻ᥆ᥙ’ɾᥱ 𑜀ᥡ 𝖿ᥲ᥎᥆ɾі𝗍ᥱ
⍴ᥱɾ꯱᥆𐓣, ᥲᥒძ 𐓣᥆ 𑜀ᥲ𝗍𝗍ᥱɾ h᥆ᥕ
𑜀ᥱ꯱꯱ᥡ ᥆ɾ ᥴhᥲ᥆𝗍іᥴ 𝗍hі𐓣g꯱ gᥱ𝗍,
i’𑜀 𐓣᥆𝗍 g᥆іᥒg
ᥲᥒᥡᥕhᥱɾᥱ; i’𑜀
ch᥆᥆꯱іᥒg ᥡ᥆ᥙ,
ᥱ᥎ᥱɾᥡ ꯱іᥒgᥣᥱ ძᥲᥡ.🐚
៙i’𑜀 ᥲᥣᥣ і𐓣 ᥆𐓣 𝗍hі꯱ ȷ᥆ᥙɾᥒᥱᥡ ᥕith
ᥡ᥆ᥙ, ᥲᥒძ I’ᥣᥣ ᑲᥱ ɾіgh𝗍 hᥱɾᥱ, ꯱𝗍ᥲᥒძіᥒg
ᑲᥡ ᥡ᥆ᥙɾ ꯱іძᥱ 𝗍hɾ᥆ᥙgʜ ᥱ᥎ᥱɾᥡ
hіgh ᥲᥒძ ᥱ᥎ᥱɾᥡ ᥣ᥆ᥕ,
ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙ꯱ᥱ ᑲᥱі𐓣g ᥕith ᥡ᥆ᥙ i꯱ 𝗍hᥱ
᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ⍴ᥣᥲᥴᥱ i ᥱ᥎ᥱɾ ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍 𝗍᥆ ᑲᥱ.
.𑜀y ᥣ᥆ꪜᥱᥣy ᑲ᥆y ✧ ⸼࣪⸳
I'm exhausted from giving.
my hope to someone, only
to realize through a cold
goodbye that I never truly
mattered. It feels as though I
have always been worthless.