I must have been spacin'.
Not bothering to notice the changes.
They have become irreversible.
Permanent.
Permanent scarring has colloused my senses.
This should not place such insufficient limitations.
Limitations.
I am limited.
I limit myself.
Myself and my progress.
Progressively, suspended.
Exanimate.
Me.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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