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[randombattlecry]

I have put everything back in its place
folded my cards, unmade the bed,
wound myself down to an uncomfortable rest
went for a walk in the nine o'clock dark.

If you are not getting what you want from someone else
it is probably your fault
for expecting too much.
And by you, I mean me.

Meanwhile, the specialty of the house:
making mountains of molehills,
embracing my petty sorrows
knowing in the mourning, I will wake and be fine.