Saturday 11/27/2021 10:48:00 PM

we drew our lines on the paper. in trembling ink everything was small except what we needed. 

he said I should listen. though his words were few and far between. 

he said I should know. even though he didn't. 

it didn't matter much. as the years spent our lies. all the random wishes that sour as our lives continue on in spite of us. 

it's want that's most infectious. as the sickness overtakes us. 

time pretends its cure.

i'm alive. ripe with the flood. spoiled by the surrender. i'm strong. soiled by the truth. cleansed by betrayal.

we're predators. driven by our hunger. everything else is illusion.

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