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Apr 2012
There are these cynical thoughts dancing around in my head
            waiting for my guard to fall…
            waiting for my guard to disappear…
                        And for some reason, I can’t rid myself of them.

                                                                                                            I wish they would vanish.

But I guess that’s the burden of consciousness for you…

                        Lasting thoughts that never cease to last.
Christopher Bales
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