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Whenever I am in the middle of getting into a mode where I have no distractions and I can write in peace,

It’s dark.. and I’m alone… and then BANG! You hear the butler downstairs rushing or running back and forth downstairs. Your heart starts racing, because you know he is mentally unwell and unstable from having the TV tuned into American Politics all day. (Very loud)

Your heart beats so fast and uncontrollably you wish he would just go away. Sometimes you don’t even have enough space to walk because he’s always in the way. He gets in the way of your daily life, activities. and work. He’s got to work, so he save up the extra money, for his special trips. So he can afford to go see his “Boyfriend” in Florida. “Are you okay?” “U Ok?” is all you hear as his fragile voice echoes throughout the house. Wishing you weren’t there in the house with him.

Thinking to yourself “Will I survive this?”

“Will I ever get to have a minutes peace?” “When the FUCK will I have time for myself to finish my writing?” “Will I commit genocide towards the butler before this all over?”

-D

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