Scholarly Ogre: The Burden.

ㅤㅤ 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘺 𝘈 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩. / Denture have been plugged-in along the murk of Pandemonium, contrarily the soul is buried-deep under their aegis. I sense that the plunge of downfall might in bits by meager across; “My heart achingly foetid to smell the vanished 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵.” its seeds wandering in the afterlife. Oh, this is not the misfortunes of heartache, but the greed of jaws biting into every edge. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴! ㅤㅤ