Monday 6 July 2020
Am I there yet?
Outgrown once considered friends fall aside as wiser to their game I get. Overlooked I become forgotten, denigrated, downtrodden. They, it appears, uninterested in rising to the challenge I set. Again, I move on with journey anew alone but unfettered now untethered. 
In time rested wounds heal, this day please tell me, am I there yet?
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