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stark.
raving.
mad.
i was sitting there today, procrastinating, when my face contorted.
it was emotion, millions of times over, getting me again.
no one particular feeling: more like all of them.
illness is really not exciting or scandalous.
i never want my issues to be either/or.
i want health and peace forever.
will i have these if i choose?
if i choose now, what next?
if it's time to ask, i'll ask.
i need your help, guys.
you too, lord, if poss.
please help me thru.
i am fine, i know it.
but i often forget.
remind me, folks.
i have to be OK.
it's the only way.
what's the deal?
what's wrong?
i don't know.
me, i guess.
not really.
it's you.
all you.
so tag:
you
are
IT.
ok.
now that i got that out, i guess i'll finish that freelance job.
how come none of you adults told me how sadistic the real world is?
samsara.
funny, that's my mom's favorite perfume.
gotta learn on your own, boy.
you just gotta.
otherwise, none of it's worth waiting for.
right about now, i'm gonna hit publish and then get moving.
g'night, and let's all have one hell of a positive week.
i think we all need it.
but me the most.
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