Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 173
It's Over

Do you ever think of anyone else?
When's the last time you actually thought?
Everyone else must be a figment
Of your limitless imagination.
Because, for the past few days,
All I've heard about is you,
All I've listened to is you,
Your whiny voice and I'm so sick.
You complain about everyone,
Everything and your life.
Maybe I have problems, did you
Ever think about me?
You're self-centered, self-absorbed,
So annoying, so hard to ignore,
This isn't my choice, I hope you know,
But I'm just too sick of you to keep going on.
I'm sorry to say this, but it's over.


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