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I found some more dirt in the corner yesterday.

I found myself stuttering yesterday...

clumsily tripping, fumbling,

over words.

The explanation of my whereabouts -

in question.

Like a guilty child.

 

Awareness then anger emerge.

irritated, indignant hostility.

That I would allow this again -

over and over and over again…

 

Trying to account for every moment beneath suspicious eyes. Groundless guilt rising up, as I choke, words broke and unspoke

 

- while the little voice in my head screams "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"

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devon-1
Published
May 6, 2015
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12·76
Notes

conditioned (kənˈdɪʃənd) adj

1. (Psychology) psychol of or denoting a response that has been learned. Compare unconditioned

2. (foll by to) accustomed; inured; prepared by training

un·con·di·tioned (ŭn′kən-dĭsh′ənd) adj

1. (Psychology) psychol characterizing an innate reflex and the stimulus and response that form parts of it. Compare conditioned1

2. (Philosophy) metaphysics unrestricted by conditions; infinite; absolute

3. without limitations; unconditional

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#anger#guilt#dirt#conditioning#speakup#uncondition
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