30 Nov

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Thoughts: I don’t want to do battle with you anymore.

I haven’t the stomach for the fight.

I’m worry-weary and downtrodden.

I’ve lost interest in what you have to say.

Your clever ways have ceased to impress me.

May you slip through my fingers.

I want to lose the thread,

To forget what I was concerning myself with. 

I see you now, drifting away, disappearing into the distance.

Good riddance: you outstayed your welcome.

Your endless stories have been cluttering up the place for too long.

Time to kick back, spread out and exhale deeply.

What a relief to have my home back to myself at long last.


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