Apologies I Have None - Killers
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We know this path. Know it like the back of our hands, that shake along to grinding teeth in sync with weary legs and a fuzzy head, but we can't stop this. So we play our parts with all the strength that we can. Wading through endless - how are you? - 's with smiles and nods and - Yeah, I'm good cheers. Yourself? - then on to the next one. It's been a long year. It's been a long few years. I hear that laugh. The pitch and tone that carried us through Paris, Prague, Cardiff, Riga and Rome, to the beds we shared in London in the flats that we called home. But it leaves a mark. We are hair triggers. Shadows of our former selves, shells of withered figures. We are prisoners. We are killers. We are constant over thinkers. But how would they know, when the face they see you wear is not your own? How would they know, when every inch of me that they once knew is gone? How would they know?