these days. i walk out of myself.
and away from him. i stand by the door and watch.
what he has become. the places he goes.
the people he sees. the things he says.
i don't pity him. he is not helpless.
neither do i applaud him. he is not great.
i am indifferent. i leave him to what he is.
as if i don't care. as if he is not me.
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