Resignation

I have given up. Sort of. I am uninspired. Drained. Out of gas. My peeper’s pooped. Life forces ebbed. I am become sedimentary, as in rock. I am as the blacksmith in Todmorden village in 1648. Irrelevant. Purposeless, pointless, past it.

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