Regret.

She wanders along, guarded. She willingly put the blinkers on.
It’s so easy to disengage with the things she finds uncomfortable.
There are so many versions of smart. Yet, this is the definition of dumb.

This is how she loses the things she loves. Don’t accept, don’t acknowledge.
Life is less complicated. Loneliness is neater. Emotional isolation is tidy.
It’s like putting your body into a tepid bath on a cold winter night.
With only her dissatisfaction to keep her company.

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