thatway.

ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥,
𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩, ℑ 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔨, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔱,
𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴, 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

inthetrenches is a mood not a place of being