The Terror Pulse
I'm not playing.
Logic keeps me bound; keeps the pieces in check, and every beginning has its orchestrated conclusion.
This is a lack of everything that was claimed to have stood for.
A lack; skittering and unapologetic: within the eye of the storm, taking refuge in
small comforts; easy answers.
Playing Judas and shirking accountability.
A serious lack.
That was wrong, it wasn't okay and no, I'm not okay.
This is goodbye to the man you once knew.
Or did not; it doesn't matter anymore.
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