I’m afraid I might be the Woodcock type.
I too need to poison myself to feel better.
I too cannot tell the difference between
growing colder and growing more earnest.
Better to slave away at your own redemption
than ask someone else to waitress it for you.
But maybe there is someone out there who
knows me well enough to make me slave.
I think I could love a person like that
without ever realizing I was falling in love.
R. Charboneau
Robert Charboneau. 
No way, I just watched this movie last week! I wanted to quit on it 20 times, but I somehow made it till the end… And the ending redeemed it. It was worth watching it all and your poem captures it well.
May I make a suggestion? You repeat “someone” an awful lot – probably on purpose. Wouldn’t it sound better if you replaced it once or twice with “a soul” or some other words?
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Thank you Gabriela. That’s a great suggestion. It is one too many. I will fix that!
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