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Perhaps I peered too closely into the abysmal potholes of other people’s souls of whom I had no business pilfering through in the first place. Now I ponder about feelings and memories that do not belong to me some of which are long forgotten, disregarded, or even irrelevant. Of this information that I have unearthed and processed, I know not what to do with it. I am perpetually preoccupied with what lies beneath the surface point, which is what pushes me forward, yet could propel me to my downfall. I just sit here and anxiously ponder this arcane information I acquiesced through means not noble to my standard of normal morals. There is nothing else to do. For I rest here in the realm of reality. This is no novel of fiction for me to figure out. I can’t flip through the pages of people’s plights. Something like that does not fall within my rights. I am a mere meddling mortal amongst other mortals. I am no god who sits proudly upon their plethora of others’ secrets. I am just another human being.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Plethora of Secrets
Perhaps I peered too closely into the abysmal potholes of other people’s souls of whom I had no business pilfering through in the first place. Now I ponder about feelings and memories that do not belong to me some of which are long forgotten, disregarded, or even irrelevant. Of this information that I have unearthed and processed, I know not what to do with it. I am perpetually preoccupied with what lies beneath the surface point, which is what pushes me forward, yet could propel me to my downfall. I just sit here and anxiously ponder this arcane information I acquiesced through means not noble to my standard of normal morals. There is nothing else to do. For I rest here in the realm of reality. This is no novel of fiction for me to figure out. I can’t flip through the pages of people’s plights. Something like that does not fall within my rights. I am a mere meddling mortal amongst other mortals. I am no god who sits proudly upon their plethora of others’ secrets. I am just another human being.
Something else from a year ago. I need to stay humble and worry about myself.
marina-morales
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
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