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The interruptions, the comments, all the assumptions.

I’m falling behind, life, work is malfunctioning.

I don’t need the eyes on me, the questions or the concern.

I don’t want the distractions, the lying, your words of wisdoms.

Let me work, let me be.

Let speak the words I need to say.

Let me be still or quite, if that’s what I choose.

Let me do what do I do and be who I am.

No more walking this thin line, this tight rope of yours.

Your bags are too heavy for me to carry any longer.

You’ve overloaded me.


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