Viorrey

I'm leaving this forsaken soil to plant my roots where the birds still sing. I'm done with the games and the lies and the constant struggle to untangle the few shards of truth left from the nest of deceit you dare call friendship. I'm done being a pillar underground. I'm done being the tool in forgetful, careless hands. I make my own rules now, I do as I please for myself and only. If I want you to know where I've gone, you already know where I'm going. Do not message me, if you feel the need. I won't reply. Don't try to follow me, if you feel the urge. You will never find me. Good bye. Know that I take every last victory with me.