. . . it was too much

he ran a hard bargain with too much

                                         was its adamantadversary  enemy    foil

but this time

   it had the legup

its head above water

he was thrashinggulping

                            being thrashed

   he couldnt die on this hill

it wasnt his

               he had come to be what defence he could

but arriving

he saw he was overmatchedhe couldnt even describe them as odds

                                                                          a sure thing    absolutely

it killed him he couldnt touch himcomfort him

                                                      . . . it was too much

Realised

he wanted to throwup than swallow

                                          he retreated

backed out of the room

tears blurred the image of his reclined silent drugged friend

                                                                before he could shut it up hard bargain brayed

YOURE DEAD YOUR BRAIN JUST DOESNT KNOW IT YET

    lesson learned

wouldnt happen to him unless something hoodwinkedambushed him

    EXIT STRATEGY

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