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May 2011
The way I feel cannot be a word.
I want to know if some things are determined
behind the scenes, Free Will could be of concern
but here it is not for me.

Fallen ill of all the actors acting
of all the come-backings.
Where the next topic of discussion
is who is *******, fighting or some kind of disliking.

Don't know what to say
when people just wait
for an explanation of my pride,
tearing at my ego's insides.

That isn't what I've come to share
Not anytime soon.
How can you expect anyone else to enjoy the tune of your own thoughts,
if you're unable to enjoy it yourself?
Is that why you open your mouth?
At least do some filtering before all your bad ideas fall out.

Why is it always the same story repeating?

To different faces, different deliveries.
Christopher Blanck
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