You reach a point where the past doesn't matter.
Your present is need, and you need to have her
Out of your life, as fast as you are able.
It might not be her fault, but together, you're unstable,
and not like an eccentric chair, like the middle east.
Maybe you constrain her, or she brings out the beast
In you, with her hundred nagging habits.
Whatever it is, it's been
too long, and you won't have it.
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