Wow, that’s a curious poetic turn in direction with your piece. The poem feels like a letter, but you’re right. It flips into another unexpected gear.

Damn… that’s depressing.
Some people can’t be helped. They just keep taking, and you have to build a wall.

Powerfully penned, Nick. Some people are users my friend, they’re in it as long as it’s an asset to them. Once you can’t be that for them any longer, they’ll put you out to pasture. And find someone who can, it’s a never ending cycle of revolving friends for them. I speak from experience. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian