From both sides of irritated aggravation,
One with a patience tolerating this sits...
In the middle of it,
Made to be convinced those of intelligence...
Should be more understanding,
With a comprehending as to why...
Ignorance continues to be permitted.
As if it's a concept of kept pride.
And moving away from the existence of this,
One perceived as intelligent...
Is rumored to be stand-offish when seen to exit.
But weighing the benefits one wishes to keep,
Against an ignorance impossible to defeat...
A leaving of aggravation to irritate completely,
One decides a peace of mind should be kept prioritized.
And splits as soon as the doing is possible.
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