I have given up.
I no longer want to do anything.
Pizza and Godzilla were boring and tasteless, coffee puts me to sleep.
I look at piles of papers and I just
No longer care.
It's not like last time. I was dangerous.
Possessed by the Banshee.
Ready to Die Hard with a Vengeance.
Nope. This time is different.
I just have no desire.
I like all your poems.
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