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A pleasant feeling, almost like pride but less, not a lot less, just enough that it is what it is genuine and unexpected my surprise here where I've posted my words?... Those times,... I longed,.. I hurt,.. I listened to My inner most... finding my mind in written form in portions and pieces, exposed and analyzed emotions and reasons written in desperation the worst of the lows loneliness behind most my posts Self medication through words, rhymes Untrained and imperfect, sometimes dr. suess'ish thought of, drawn out, organized and submitted to the purpose of getting to know myself bit by bit, line by line in fragments and avalanches of brutal honesty To lie, to oneself is daily practice encouraged by what we see, listen to, and all the things we wish we could buy, to fill the void is to fail, to ruin lies in the lines i made real the intimate, too personal, my vital moments times that I see myself behind older eyes a child that was good once, I was special just like so many others I still hurt, just like so many on this site So many minds, so alike, so close feeling alone, with out each other so we wonder, we think, we write, so they might esteem like light eases the dark moods, beliefs,   easing the hostility felt inside I am, sometimes capable of exceptional things talented... I can create... I log on here, and I read, and I see others so many minds, so alike, without each other they write, and they read and I am trending? my heart and hurt, my highs and lows the entire search of my life, my reasons... worthy of their time!... and I am encouraged.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
So Many Minds, So Alike, Without Eachother
A pleasant feeling, almost like pride but less, not a lot less, just enough that it is what it is genuine and unexpected my surprise here where I've posted my words?... Those times,... I longed,.. I hurt,.. I listened to My inner most... finding my mind in written form in portions and pieces, exposed and analyzed emotions and reasons written in desperation the worst of the lows loneliness behind most my posts Self medication through words, rhymes Untrained and imperfect, sometimes dr. suess'ish thought of, drawn out, organized and submitted to the purpose of getting to know myself bit by bit, line by line in fragments and avalanches of brutal honesty To lie, to oneself is daily practice encouraged by what we see, listen to, and all the things we wish we could buy, to fill the void is to fail, to ruin lies in the lines i made real the intimate, too personal, my vital moments times that I see myself behind older eyes a child that was good once, I was special just like so many others I still hurt, just like so many on this site So many minds, so alike, so close feeling alone, with out each other so we wonder, we think, we write, so they might esteem like light eases the dark moods, beliefs,   easing the hostility felt inside I am, sometimes capable of exceptional things talented... I can create... I log on here, and I read, and I see others so many minds, so alike, without each other they write, and they read and I am trending? my heart and hurt, my highs and lows the entire search of my life, my reasons... worthy of their time!... and I am encouraged.
jack-r-fehlmann
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jack-r-fehlmann
49/M/American
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
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