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Growing angry for the smallest of things Then realizing my anger for it becomes a part of me. Take a breath and just let it go Let it be, let it not be more. The past is not what is now Now is then and here and there, how? Thoughts like these flow in my mind keep me awake wondering about what is time. So I let that anger pass thru me and become the past because I’d rather be content with what is now and make it last.
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
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Growing angry for the smallest of things Then realizing my anger for it becomes a part of me. Take a breath and just let it go Let it be, let it not be more. The past is not what is now Now is then and here and there, how? Thoughts like these flow in my mind keep me awake wondering about what is time. So I let that anger pass thru me and become the past because I’d rather be content with what is now and make it last.
August 4, 2011
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Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
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