trust no one

they’ll kill you before you get famous, and you won’t understand why they did it. It’s the how that will have your nights shortened, and the where that will keep you at home. And the who that will make you trust no one. All your friends could potentially kill you. In your paranoid state of reclusion, it will follow you everywhere, always. So you start growing oddly suspicious. Treating kindness as crimes in the making. They’ll know not to be in your circle, which has only been shrinking since birth