318 – Hearsay
A thousand eyes
In every corner.
A thousand traps
In every conversation.
A thousand judges
In every comment section.
A thousand ways to slander
In every single click.
And all you ever wanted
Was a quiet, simple life.
Lay low?
Ride it thru?
Hope that truth prevails?
Fuck that!
Bust their kneecaps
With a smile.
Embrace their gossip
And wear it like a badge.
They want hell?
Let them have it.
A prey stops being fun
When it stops running,
And bites back.
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