I’m enlisting in the good of humanity. Guns loaded with words and empty promises. Find the damned and pull the trigger. So, we’re all happy. Happy doing the same thing day after day. Happy without purpose. It’s camouflage. Sleeping in the silence. No one would ever expect tragedy caused by happiness. Post traumatic. Kill the enemy, the friend, the teacher. But now they’re gone. Fading away into insanity. The deranged, tangled, waste of space occupying the holes inside our head.


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