I am pissed.
Absolutely mother-fucking livid.
I might deserve to die for what I did to him, but I don’t deserve this.
The world isn’t well defined. Lines are normally blurry. Boundaries aren’t typically clear. Right isn’t always good and good isn’t always just. Wrong isn’t necessarily bad and bad is rarely objective, if ever. The majority of choices aren’t black-and-white. Most decisions exist only in grayscale.
No man, woman, or child deserves this.
He knows that better than anyone.
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