..dotted lines down memory lane and am again reminded that no one ever is truly honest, unless they really want to be, they either play a game of words to test your limits with good intentions at heart, or they do the complete opposite, they wound you beyond recovery and every time you attempt to move on from that darkness, you’re reminded of the permanent scars that tore through your flesh, punctured you as easily like death to an inflated balloon or sum’n of the sort, lack of breath takes life, you live with a dead soul within.
People will always talk about you, whether you’re doing well, or whether you’re doing badly.
A voice is raised often like a double edged sword and its effects are permanently wielded with the alignment between the order giver and the order doer.


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