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Jan 2012
well I wish I could be happy like all of them
so full of childish glee and blind elation
but I am man too deeply rooted in his logic and his thoughts
and unhappiness is often the cost of intelligence

I desire to enjoy like they enjoy, lust like they lust,
feel like they feel, so fully, with all of their being
but I am a man too harshly in touch in reality
unable to turn off my mind long enough to enjoy
even the simplest pleasures of drink or another’s
company
Overwhelmed
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Overwhelmed
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