No More Sacrifices

tdogs and burnt sugar

erson, the town's golden boy, sho

ore, he was a

d, shattering my hand, losing my art scholarship, and condem

inst me, constantly whispering how I' d supposedly stolen his chance wit

zing regret in a sterile ro

w, I w

ct same moment, w

ring resolve w

e. Sacr

I wouldn't

him

of the past, reclaim my stolen future,