Real ones will ask me for clarification.
The drama dogs will demonise my character and act shocked by the rumours they’ve heard.
It’s almost as if they’ve not been granted access to my inner thoughts and provided greater insight into human behaviour. Instead, they ride hard and raw on the tongue of the vocalised, manipulated versions of facts.
May the fools be removed from my space.
May the innocent souls portrayed be highlighted.
May the man who wants more gifts post-celebration see his eyes turn a snotty green before he cries bile.
Rest in peace to a friendship that died due to conversations in confidence, translated to create chaos and not factually correct.
For the mouth that channelled spores across the shared area, I hope you experience true pain and suffering—remnants of your contamination.
Dame Unique
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