I got 2 men on the sidelines filling my pockets with rocks while I am trying to stay afloat. Everything else is fine. People marvel at my improvement — its speed — and I am tops when it comes to my job. So everyone is happy. And I am happy too. Except for this thorn on my side — 2 thorns — that keep trying to bring me down. They do everything in their power to further their cause. So I am ignored. My needs are. On top of that is plenty of irritation because of these thorns and my patience must be virtuous because I am exercising exemplary patience under the circumstances. But anyone and everyone who cares about me, keeps telling me the same thing: You gotta get outta there. But I’ve already known that for some time. Patience is a virtue.
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