Trust

I can’t trust anyone

Especially the ones who try so hard to make me believe I can.

No more

Me

Around

Waiting to get fucked with

EVER

AGAIN

you got another thing coming.

I’m going

I ain’t got no friend

Say goodbye

Say goodnight

This shit is about to end

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime View all posts by b-side junkie

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