[there's nothing poetic about it.]

the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was
convincing the world
he didn't exist.
and poof. just like that,
he's gone.


Usual Suspects
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where do you turn, when you've got nowhere to go?

you turn the nearly-tears into a general frustration, until you realise even that's only going to make anything worse. you turn and walk. and walk. and run. until you find a place where nobody will recognise you. a place for escape. a place where only one other person could possibly know where to look. then you hear yourself selfishly pray to god for someone to find you there..

what if one day i just--