Ꮪ . Ꮹ .

"Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado,
uprooting 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 

Creating  𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐨 𝐬.

You wait for the dust to settle and then you 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚.

You can live in the 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙚 and 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 it's still 
the mansion you remember,

𝐨 𝐫 
 
𝐲 𝐨 𝐮  can  𝐜 𝐫 𝐚 𝐰 𝐥  from the rubble and slowly 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙. 

. . . But, if you're like me, you just keep

𝐂  𝐇  𝐀  𝐒  𝐈  𝐍  𝐆   𝐓  𝐇  𝐄   𝐒  𝐓  𝐎  𝐑  𝐌  . "

- (V.M.)