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My best laid plans, unravelled
I am humbled
All my schemes and grand attractions
Have fallen, stymied contraptions
My determination and discipline
Was no match for your will
Crafted chaos
Measured ethos
Hack!
Let me thrive or crush me now!
So now i know no effort is enough merely
The Lady i need beside me
Life. Fifty-fifty.
It just doesn't seem right to me that I am working and feeling so quite lousy, and that I am not building anything that I am proud of, that I don't think I am going anywhere, and that once I stop working my income dries up, that I can get so emotional about assholes.
I feel lousy.
I am sorry that I haven't been posting much, and each one it is a post like this when I do.
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