it's confusing.
trust has become hard for me, did you know that?
harder than before, i mean.
something is telling me that it should be, and im not the only one, i shouldn't complain, blah blah.
but bullshit to that.
i'll win.
i'm in a warm room. there's no fire.
the acid is all gone. it's in a book. the book is on a shelf.
and one day i will burn it.
when im ready.
maybe the plume of smoke will rise, rise higher than anything, higher than the clouds, and it'll be seen by all the right people.
but that's too poetic for words.
i am a man.
and men endure. as must everyone.
love.
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