Waste

I am calm.

I know not what to think or say.

Trust has failed me.

Trust in its self has proven every theory I have created.

Now I can finally have comfort in destroying them.

Them all.

Them all.

You can have that comfort.

I don’t want it.

Trust can fuck you over too.

Just wait.

Wait for justice.

Although calm, I still answer to the call.

The call of jealousy, hate, anger.

Call me close.

I will follow.

This is finished.

Finished.

But who am I to speak?

[w/kcooper]

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