Sometimes I think or wonder whether I am actually angry or playing, falsely deluding myself to be so. It is, after all the most natural order of things, because you, threw me perceptibly out of my depth to be such in a position like this. I don’t like to dwell, nor am I willing to any longer, emotions they encapsulate me too long I want to dismiss dispose them! as much as I want to get rid of you out my sight. But I obviously because I am weak and prone to surrender everything my ego my pride and that should be rightly so, I have grown into such a submissive soul wearing a pallid smile on my face say yes yes yes okay okay okay to everything including you. But this weakness, my willingness to accept everything, including nothing on your part, I am about to cast it all away. I want to repel you. I want to dismiss you. I am to reject you. Funny the only thing that will come out of this is another creative surge, no matter how terribly imperfect and boring it is. All the better. I am released. I can breathe.
You never could’ve contained me to begin with.
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