I’m getting a ride in ten, but in my heart it feels like walking out…
To the place I’m safe and can be productive, creative, not just an overlooked spare part – taken a lend of, as I have come to feel.
I’m fucking lonely! And I shouldn’t be. The tragedy is – you haven’t even noticed. Too wrapped up in yourself and your ungrateful unruly kids
You’re too blinkered to see that we’re not in love anymore. More like going through the fucking motions. I gave up a Wife, this way…
You’ll only see it when I’m gone.
And no, actually. You won’t, will you?
You’ll just go back to sleep.
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