There is a chance this may sound as though, (forbidden of me to say so,) I am a failure. It's taken me a long while, since, I've realized this is the case. However, eliminated (fear is not the word I'm looking for here. . .) is that sense of what once was - "what could have been" - instead of such fantasy on my part. When I look at myself today, from what I observe today, though not what is around me i.e. I do not put myself in the center of 'the universe', almost as certainly - my clairvoyance is rusty as nail's.
I think it took me a fairer amount to denial, rather than reason's to suggest the pit of my soul - so to speak - devoured in sensibility. This aftermath is a sensibility throughout the various stages up to this point. The truth of the matter, how sad.
~m
I think it took me a fairer amount to denial, rather than reason's to suggest the pit of my soul - so to speak - devoured in sensibility. This aftermath is a sensibility throughout the various stages up to this point. The truth of the matter, how sad.
~m
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It also amazes me, when people who care enough to admit to something, are often much more grown up.
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