☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒓 ✩° 𖦹｡⋆☾ First, I became who they wanted. Then, who they admired. Then, who they needed me to be. I wore each version so well that even I believed them. Now, when I try to remember who I was before all the pretending, I find nothing familiar looking back at me. 𓂀 ☠︎︎ ☾ ☠︎︎ 𓂀