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Brewing Thoughts

The solution is the problem.

The problem arrived when no one else would show up.

A young man with little guidance, a father who just wasn’t present, lacking confidence and necessary life lessons, released into adulthood never being found.

Along came a new acquaintance, with new friendship came an unknown confidence, the real ability to not give a fuck, newfound success with the ladies, a new path filled with luck,,,

or so I thought.

Decades of unity, few days have I gone without, drowning in blurred memories, left with more doubt, I kept dancing with the mental damage knowing my best friend has let me down.

You are forever immortal and your existence requires palms like mine,
well i no longer can waste the effort on continuing to dilute the pain.

Our bond formed from a hereditary void, a void that needed filled in order for me to grow and move on.

Its not your fault, for I chose to abuse you and accept all you have to offer, for better or worse, we both know it didn’t really matter.

But for now I must and will move on.

This isn’t goodbye nor is it see you later…

This is a forced conversation, this is a calculated decision, this is a life choice, this is what I want!

 

 

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