I was life

Trash

Trash

The hissing was like a snake and I could feel the wet liquid slowly leaking onto my naked fingertips. A rush of inhalent entered my nostrils. I knew I was doing wrong, but for all the right reason. I looked over the edge of the building like a king onto the dark streets below me resenting the wasted efforts of so many. I knew I was right. I had purpose. I was free. I was alive. I was life.


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