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| GibbyPhD |
Putative responsibilities compound my racing thoughts… Causing myself to be non compos mentis… Yearly these events unfold, one by one, thread by thread, Until I cause my world to unravel like a free spirited rag in the storm of life. Can I prevent it; this swirling vortex…will others stop noticing the differences? It’s nice to know there is care and compassion out there for my well being, But it also compounds the issue by bringing to light, All of those I am potentially disappointing with my non-actions, It is the Spring Equinox, a re-birth of our earth, A re-kindling of the memory of myself being brought to life, And I have to stop the Unraveling, Stop the Rotations. Or this just might be my final Notation… |
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