Just a word to pull the trigger. A wrong gesture can betray the impatience of being the first. Stealth and secrecy for not being before the rival. . Night after night
loaded gun ready to dawn. No more sad tragic end that is defined if not the final tragedy.
Learning to be unfair with unfair not to reveal my identity, not to trust, because I realize that no one deserves it, no one reaches the level at anyone. Crush
masks when walking, people they have been removed after me and still smiling knowing that I have eyes in the back. Lump in the throat, knife in the heart and a gun to his head.
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