Verner amnesia,
disequilibrium.
anxiety.
[I lost my voice].
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musings to the witness within me,
alienating to the strangers around me,
a departure from meaningfulness,
to just self-musings, and to destroy everything that I'm comfortable with.
The tree has to accept that there will always be parasites around it.
I'm talking to myself.
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musings to the witness within me,
alienating to the strangers around me,
a departure from meaningfulness,
to just self-musings, and to destroy everything that I'm comfortable with.
The tree has to accept that there will always be parasites around it.
I'm talking to myself.
©2008 All rights reserved. Materials may not be reproduced without express permission from the dying author.
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