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I rage In frustration I cry in frustration talking is the beginning of the storm a few dark clouds from a few forgotten words I knew ten seconds ago the storm intensifies an attempted story explanation question answer yet comprehension is a rare jewel still hidden in the mud too fast too slurred too loud too quiet not enough patience not enough words not enough listeners not enough time the tornado begins and ends the same with a rush of inability and embarrassment and wonder why I am too frequently the source of mine
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
despair
I rage In frustration I cry in frustration talking is the beginning of the storm a few dark clouds from a few forgotten words I knew ten seconds ago the storm intensifies an attempted story explanation question answer yet comprehension is a rare jewel still hidden in the mud too fast too slurred too loud too quiet not enough patience not enough words not enough listeners not enough time the tornado begins and ends the same with a rush of inability and embarrassment and wonder why I am too frequently the source of mine
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Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
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