𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 my work is about the the beast inside the one that remembers the one that wants to feel