four two eight. this may be the end of the hiatus.
four two eight, its a tranny mess. sucked into a conspiracy of love and happiness, then spat out a trust robbed, a faith ripped and a hope killed. rage came bitterness, bitterness came grudge, grudge came hollowness, hollowness came verity. i learned not to give a shit.
four two eight. its a cat fight. caught in deception under the flag of friendship. day by day, one by one, friends became familiar faces, familiar faces became strangers, strangers became inexistence. deluded by made ammends, more pretensed followed through.
four two eight. its a touch up. good riddances awaits better additions. sobriety to absolute fuck-faced. peculiarity. eccentricity. individuality conformed, new bonds made, old distances narrowed. strangers turned acquaintances, acquaintances turned family.
four two eight. its a second showing. dejavu. a haunting past, rather. the same sickening, ear stabbing cycle of goss - about me. blah! yawn.
four two eight. its a new meat. unto them a child was born. precious little one. a wonder, a sign, of God's veracity. infinite happiness manifested. hope restored.
four two eight. the end. a fraction of 428 days.
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