Pretend placement
After the show
We go from blow to blow
Interrupting fights
With individual plights
Look out for yourself
This world cares not
For your supposed insights
Walk away from
Dark sided alley lurking fiends
Preying on weak minds
Let emotion run amok
Flagging lettered men
Driving blind luck
Let not rest take hold
Vigilance remains
Against evil
And all it stains.
Attention all: no longer shall I burden you with what ails me! No longer shall I proclaim bold stances, shout ill thought solutions, or type wary claims of clarity for all to see...
No… from now on, I will fill these pages with the fiction of my life, not the bare, hard, sad truth. Look to me no longer for soulful reflections, thoughtful dissertations, or peculiar confessions. The man known as Rob will no longer be an open book; nay, fine reader. “Closed indefinitely,” says the sign o’er my heart, for I’ve locked the door, with the key safely inside.
I now declare myself repressed, and better for it.
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