Blindsided by Charles Ryder

I never see it coming when it does     it hurts bulldozed into impotence anxious much     perplexity rising from my previous willingness to listen it hurts     repeatedly its habit-like nature already ingrained inside flexible consideration and my stoic face     an admitted fear of explosions     deprecation confusion     the usual gaslit affair...

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