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i hate to ask, but then again i was looking and reading. these thoughts you didn't want to enter in my head. your past...my mistake. well, here i am thinking them. they are churning and gushing around in my head each time i take a step. they spill over the edge of my reason and trickle down to frusterate my emotions. you wouldn't listen to me but ,by God, you'd listen to them. can't i say the same things and we all come to better conclusions? i write in here because i am generically in rage. it is for you but you will never know.
The mountians- they called to me today. they called so loud my heart hurt. the yearning was so intense i wanted to to cry. i fill mountian shape canyons rising up in my soul. they are so deep i could lay on the andes and feel almost full of life. the chasms grow each day of cubicle and domcile living and the blanket laying over them chockes out the vitality as it saves the smke riddled victim. here you come you bastard of a soul i forgive myself only ...now.