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God, he looks finished. Why bring me to watch Someone shrink like that? He was happy once, when effort was needless. Bring in the bread, yes, yes, that’s all that was needed. But, it’s never enough, no, no, it will never be. Effort breeds passion, idleness—contempt. Guess it’s too late for him. Now, he lives in an empty nostalgia, alone to soak in his reminiscence of what were then his golden years. She doesn’t see it, maybe she doesn’t want to, God knows I don’t want to. But, it’s hard to look away, that beer belly stuck into his skinny frame makes him seem like a rope with a knot in the middle. I wonder if he cares– if anyone cares.
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
The End of a Thing
God, he looks finished. Why bring me to watch Someone shrink like that? He was happy once, when effort was needless. Bring in the bread, yes, yes, that’s all that was needed. But, it’s never enough, no, no, it will never be. Effort breeds passion, idleness—contempt. Guess it’s too late for him. Now, he lives in an empty nostalgia, alone to soak in his reminiscence of what were then his golden years. She doesn’t see it, maybe she doesn’t want to, God knows I don’t want to. But, it’s hard to look away, that beer belly stuck into his skinny frame makes him seem like a rope with a knot in the middle. I wonder if he cares– if anyone cares.
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
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