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𖠌 Lee Know~

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T/W talk about SH and su*cid

I'm sorry for repeatedly disappearing but I have a good reason. my mental health has taken a very deep decline in the last few months.

after being cheated on and lied to and losing a family member, I just haven't been myself lately and I haven't had the mental energy to come back and I've been in a really dark place for a while and I think it's time that I retire this account.

After my boyfriend cheated and broke up with me and my grandma died I relapsed tried to take my own life, I've gotten the professional help I need but I'm still in pain. I've decided that it is best if I remove myself from all social media and better myself.

I may be back one day but that day isn't anytime soon.

I will keep the account open but I will no longer post here. if you are able to contact me feel free to.I love you guys.

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

w/c: 783

a/n guess who back from her hiatus!!

The world had ended in a flash of crimson. One minute Lee Know was on stage, the spotlight burning into his skin, the deafening roar of the crowd a warm blanket. The next, the screams pierced through the music, the lights flickered and died, and the crowd turned into a ravenous, flesh-hungry horde.

He’d been lucky, a freak accident in the chaos that had separated him from the throng. He’d spent the past few weeks navigating a landscape transformed. Stores became graveyards, streets littered with the decaying remnants of humanity. He’d learned to survive, his dancer's agility and honed senses a shield against the shambling dead.

His sanctuary was a dilapidated bookstore, a haven of worn pages and dusty shelves. It offered a semblance of normalcy, a quiet refuge from the ceaseless hunger of the undead. He’d found an old radio, its static punctuated by the occasional garbled news reports. The government had collapsed, cities were in ruins, hope a flickering candle in the encroaching darkness.

One afternoon, the static gave way to a new sound: a human voice, crackling with a desperate urgency. A message, a plea. A woman, calling herself Sarah, was holed up in a library, surrounded by a growing horde.

Lee Know felt a pang of sympathy. He knew the loneliness, the gnawing isolation that came with being alone in a world devoured by death. But he’d learned the hard way to be careful. Sarah could be a trap, a lure designed to bring him to his doom.

Yet, a flicker of hope, a phantom memory of the cheers of the crowd, the joy of sharing his talent, whispered in his ear. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't just survival. Maybe it was a chance to help…to offer a hand in the abyss.

He had to risk it.

With his heart pounding in his chest, he packed a backpack with supplies, a few water bottles, and a flashlight. He couldn’t bring himself to leave behind the battered book of poetry he’d found, a reminder of the world before the end.

The journey to the library was a harrowing one. He weaved his way through deserted streets, his senses on high alert. The stench of decay was a constant companion, the shadows teeming with the undead. He dodged and darted, his movements fluid and swift, honed by years of dancing. Each fallen zombie was a victory, a fleeting triumph over the encroaching darkness.

The library was a desolate monument to knowledge, its towering shelves a testament to the lost world. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant moans of the undead. Through a broken window, he saw her, Sarah, a woman with a fierce look in her eyes, battling a small horde with a makeshift spear.

He didn’t hesitate. He smashed through the window, a surge of adrenaline propelling him. His presence startled the horde, giving Sarah a precious moment to regroup.

'I'm here,' he announced, his voice hoarse from weeks of silence. Sarah stared at him, her eyes widening with disbelief.

'You…you came,' she whispered, her voice shaky with relief. 'You came all this way.'

He nodded, reaching into his backpack, pulling out a water bottle. 'Let's get you out of here, safe and sound.'

The journey back to his haven was even more perilous than the trip to the library. As they walked, Sarah talked, her voice a lifeline in the bleakness. She was a librarian, she shared, a lover of stories and knowledge. The library, her sanctuary, was now a tomb.

Lee Know listened, his heart ached for her, for the world they'd lost. He shared his own tale, the story of his life on stage, the music, the lights, the cheers. He painted a picture of a world that, despite the horror, was still worth fighting for.

By the time they reached the bookstore, the first rays of dawn were painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Sarah looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. 'I don't know what would have happened without you,' she said, her voice thick with emotion.

He smiled, his heart lighter than it had been in weeks. 'We're in this together,' he said.

The world was a graveyard, but with Sarah by his side, it was a little less bleak. He had found hope, not in the distant promise of salvation, but in the warmth of human connection, the shared struggle, the shared will to survive.

He wasn’t just Lee Know, the dancer. He was a survivor, a protector, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad. And he knew, in the quiet dawn, that this was only the beginning.

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I don't know when I'll be back.

sorry for any inconveniences this may cause.