There is an impact.
There’s an impact every time.
I am tired, shredded, drained.
Craving time that’s mine.
After every encounter,
I feel a physical shift.
One that’s needs recalibrating,
So I do not let it drift.
I’ve come to accept that it just is.
I do not need to blame.
Regardless of the reasons,
This is not my game.
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