When I think about my
without, going into a
period of a thinking binge,
a long, drawn-out tutorial
about my periods of poor
on how. To let go and
sit around, depressed and
forgive, it's easy to see
what an idiot I am, here,
that by living in the
mind, with a bunch of
past, we're concerning
about the future which
ourselves with things.
So, here, sitting on this
things that cannot be,
I rub my ear.
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