The trust you place in another.
It brings comfort.
Removing it from a state of constant caution.
Not a bad feeling to have.
Inevitably becoming emotional torment, and possible chaos.
Reflecting on recent actions as my future crumbles.
Scenario after scenario.
Appearing as alternate endings.
Endings for a socially controversial, action, drama, suspense thriller I call my life.
No more me, meaning there could be no us.
All these are thoughts conceived as body is encased in stone.
Eyes pierce wall. Thoughts consistent. Repetitive.
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