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Work let out late, babe has started a fight; no 3 a.m. epiphany tonight. And I don’t want to write another word concerning a boy who can’t cut the cord, who’s self-righteous, avoidant, stubborn, cruel, who walks like the boss and plays without rules. I am done waking up alone and afraid that this blue is the shade of forever and that learning to see through this has made no difference at all, that I’m no better for these sleepless nights or the daylight seen from under covers in bed waiting for some scrap of motivation to step on scene, and provoke something productive to come. Because I am sick of being the