You will never be able to stop looking over your shoulder, wondering if today is the day someone holds you accountable at the barrel of a gun.
You will die alone, and unloved, because the only people who put up with you, want something from you.
You will never be able to stop looking over your shoulder, wondering if today is the day someone holds you accountable at the barrel of a gun.
You will die alone, and unloved, because the only people who put up with you, want something from you.