People answering a question with a question; I could strangle you; for talking in riddles and getting back at for something that lies deeper.
I choose to see myself as a random victim, who happened to be there at that moment, rather than digging and adding another worry to my scribbled life.
There is nothing more frustrating than making the other undermine their own intellingce while they're looking for an answer.
Every entertainer needs a crowd and even in a bad comedy, there is always a scapegoat. A constant abuse of a person's sincerity is chewed and spat back at as the obsvering crowd grows taller and taller while I become smaller and smaller.
I remain calm. I clench my fist underneath the table while my imagination takes over.
Little did you know, that in the end it would cost you and lead to endless time of loneliness where you would forget the sound of your own voice.
If anything is to be remembered, it is that people never forget, hence they never forgive.
E.Y
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