Lately, things have been feeling S̵̡̫̙̬͂T̷͇̍͂͑Ṟ̷͉̝̑̃͆̚Â̸͙̠͊̃Ñ̵̤̝̫̈́͌͜G̴̡͚̪̈́̂͝Ë̴͔̟̳̏....

They took my dog, the drive to learn has slipped away and my work’s been mocked in a C̸̛̬̟͕̋͝R̴̖̯̰͛̚͠Ų̴͓̒̕È̸̙̥̪̂L̵̢̙̫̬̿͠ display.

They see. They hear.

But do they understand the weight of it all?

The quiet longing that no one speaks about?

I hold on, even when it feels like slipping away.

Asking for an echo of silence, a piece of peace.

They see. They hear. But I wonder—

Do they feel it, too?

I feel Ẃ̵̝̤̫͔̕O̷̘̪̖̒R̶̛͇͙̰̖͌̂S̵͚͇͚͍̐̍E̵̞̳̭̼̽, in my own skin,

But I hold a book that lifts me from within.

It brings me light, a quiet cheer,

Wishing you all a good day, sincere.

Take care of yourselves, stay A̵͖̹̝͇̎͗W̶̮̦͚͎̉A̷͖͖̠͝ͅR̸͍̻͑̈͘É̷̟̩.

See you in hell... if you D̷̖̲̖̔Ḁ̷̈̋Ȑ̸͇̽E̸̘͗