Epilogue

Take your knife out. Your blade is deep in my back. And it's not the first time; can we figure a way to bandage the wound? Because it's not the first time your misguided soul is playing the fool. Nurture your ignorance. And nurture your ignorance. Beware the betrayal, which lurks in the hearts of all. Don't love the animosity. Living in a continual, soap opera.