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Mar 2021
Tedious - too long, slow or dull; tiresome or monotonous.

You could see from his last night’s  quarrel,
Around the room of his eyes were red and puffy.
His speech is the expert in telling omitted truths.
His teeth rotted with prolonged exposure to light and white lies.
his eyes were mixed with anger and confused sadness
no doubt about it
he certainly wasn’t patient with the answer that we gave him
he was too greedy
he never got past breakfast with him being full of **** last night
he wasn’t a time bomb -
he was the aftermath of the explosion.
No actions were thought through
Except to have one goal; one ambition
to have control
Control and the greedy need of “affection“ that wasn’t attended.
Albeit, he was falling apart
But what can I do
I am the child and he is the adult
But perhaps just because he’s an adult he would learn and know better.
And I hope he does.
But I won’t wait for him to sort his **** out
I’ll happily make my way down to my own street.
Where I can finally think in peace.
AnotherRecklessBeing
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AnotherRecklessBeing  19/F/Far Far Away
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