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"I should" a solemn voice in the head is all grumble, dutiful with condemnation, a heavy oppression. desirous flight is persuaded to stay afoot by what it should: a culturally defined, mental- artifact, of what one supposedly must, oft devoid of one can- will, but won't, out of fear. doubt, like chains on dreams, easily persuades the mind into mundane plains of guilt ridden sorrows, cut out by knives of shame, choking the present tense of what shall, strapped in and unfulfilled, hollow and holding, like an anchor in a reservoir of regretful undertakings, sticky with ought, fierce like flagellation lashing, imprisoning visions: victimized       by expectations,                 negations of choice:                              stomping on the souls good will,                              starving the free heart,                              shackling the mind. operations from a place complacent with banality and viciousness in some quiet take over          some woe of status-quo       waging with shaky scaffolding    and the numbing    dumb         timber of nothing a dull aching noise . enough.   turn off:    the over beaten       dead skull             thumping   with outside pressure                 be silent               to hear                                 there is an inner music more in tune with life than anything you've been told by the force of should or should not.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
the battle of should
"I should" a solemn voice in the head is all grumble, dutiful with condemnation, a heavy oppression. desirous flight is persuaded to stay afoot by what it should: a culturally defined, mental- artifact, of what one supposedly must, oft devoid of one can- will, but won't, out of fear. doubt, like chains on dreams, easily persuades the mind into mundane plains of guilt ridden sorrows, cut out by knives of shame, choking the present tense of what shall, strapped in and unfulfilled, hollow and holding, like an anchor in a reservoir of regretful undertakings, sticky with ought, fierce like flagellation lashing, imprisoning visions: victimized       by expectations,                 negations of choice:                              stomping on the souls good will,                              starving the free heart,                              shackling the mind. operations from a place complacent with banality and viciousness in some quiet take over          some woe of status-quo       waging with shaky scaffolding    and the numbing    dumb         timber of nothing a dull aching noise . enough.   turn off:    the over beaten       dead skull             thumping   with outside pressure                 be silent               to hear                                 there is an inner music more in tune with life than anything you've been told by the force of should or should not.
#doubt#shame#should#listeningtoyourheart
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
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