Injustice

Yeh, thank you. So now I will have to go and sign-on, you bastard!

You took my craft away from me, I was the best at my job you little, almost invisible, half dead, half alive piss of shit.

Everyone used to fear me, they feared my invisibility, you pathetic little scum. Now they feel safe, they are not afraid of me anymore!

You know why? I’ll tell you, a little crowned bug!

They don’t go anywhere, they stay indoors, this is why, you, invisible bustard!

I was a thief and now I am nobody! I stole from their houses when they went to work, I took what belonged to them and made them feel afraid of the dark corners of their houses for months to come.

You ruined my life, you bloody virus!!

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A man, a Lithuanian immigrant in the UK. Amateur writer. https://linktr.ee/DariusButkevicius

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Darius

Darius

A man, a Lithuanian immigrant in the UK. Amateur writer. https://linktr.ee/DariusButkevicius

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