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Conflict and I don’t get along.
Even the idea
of confronting someone,
knowing it will devolve
into a shouting match.
Even if the shouting is in my head
and not the world
it matters not.
It’s like standing at a height
and looking down
knowing you’re going to fall;
even if it’s not you
and it’s you-adjacent.
I have no appetite and
urgently fill time with busy work
just to do something.
Eventually I give up or give in.
It’s tough to tell which is which.
And I forget to look down
so the feeling goes away
until the next time.

BTF 29-MAR-2021

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