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woman rage.

Should i pretend this isnt happening? this distant fog I'm drifting through I'm in this haze of trials and tribulations Should it be ignored? Should it be faced? When in my peripherals there is always some shadow lurking about. picking away at my brain then swiftly disappears. It honestly gives me a fucking headache. with a tap tap of a pencil the beat of a some ghetto ass hoodlum car passing by. some unimportant individual with unsubstantial advice and "unbiased" opinions with meaningless passerby conversation that i wont remember when i go to sleep. on some unintelligent debate without true stone cold facts and i'm observing this and listening to this and i just think....have these people not read a single book in their life? anyway, a problems only a problem when you make it a problem. and you only make it a problem because you can't find a solution. and you cant find a solution when at every string you reach for is broken or tied in a knot. now wheres the resolution in that? where's the stride, the hope? and all along i'm wondering, is it the posture in my back? and your standing on your tiny tippy toes hopping to and fro yet there you stand. in the fog, alone.
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adrienne-nichole-adams
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Sep 21, 2011
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