𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍

poets the department tortured

breaks my toys only boy his favorite

so long, london

him daddy, but i love

i no can really ( can him i fix)

ever the lived man smallest who

heart i with a can broken it do

the manuscript