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fodder

the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.

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    • Wednesday, July 26, 2006

    Blame

    There are so many people and things I can and want to blame but in reality, I should be the sole party held responsible.

    It hurts, but I guess the person who does the most belittling is none other than myself.

    Why does it hurt?

    Because I've decided to put it on me to declare war, to set out on this journey that doesn't seem to ever end. It just gets longer and more meandering as I put down more of the baggages I've brought along with me from the point where this all began.

    Baggages; Emotional baggages.

    If only I could hurl them away with a jab of the elbow, a filmsy punch; I could be so much better.

    I know it. We all know this, no?

    I am so sick of everything. Tomorrow is going to be the end and start.

    It's going to happen.

    00:37

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