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Dylan had it right, and that is Dylan Thomas. I see no reason to shuffle along, accepting the life given.I choose each simple path, and accept the con..
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Find a way to sooth the inner struggle.I focus on a rock, and I can only see one side.Picture the sides. Don't skimp on the details. Concentrate.Expan..
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When do I lose it?Constant state of control, and I feel the fractures forming.To ease them, a choice has already been made.If misunderstood, not my pr..
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Conceit may not be quite the word. Maybe more of a wistful hope.After a long day, no matter which hours it may be, how many find a feeling of relaxati..
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As I sit beside the well of knowledge, I restrain myself.Too long a drink is intoxicating.When you overindulge, easy to look past the little details.S..
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Here we go again. How about physical therapist?Not really a job, or a title.Merely another skill.When it was needed, I learned to talk, and managed t..
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You have seen my teeth, and I seem to just sit there, basking in the warm rays of the sun.Forget the veneer of civility, and see the primal nature.Hon..
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I could ignore the statements.Not my way.I thrive on a vague simplicity.If a moment of directness drives you away, so be it.Learn to let the insults p..
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Wonder if you could see it. If only you could roll down the window, and feel the sobering air.The results of your actions dwarf mine.May have had a fe..
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Yet another ramble about writing.
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