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Aug 2021
My eyes and their lack of interest
Sentimentality killing what little there had been left
What does it mean when pride, its unimaginable cost,
is top of one's list of bills to pay off.  Above all else, pride is what one took in them self.  Their work, or very presence amongst the precious.  It was no crutch, or blemish in need of a shadow.  i swear once I thought it was the wings that could carry us...
Above all else this life has to throw at us...  Unless, that obstacle in fact is not thrown or placed, but the instead the face, we are made to face every day? That one we listen to and try to teach to speak in better ways that don't hurt so great.  What if it is "Us".  And that image once so prideful, arrogant, and... well, invaluable.  Is a price well within our bill of sale, so little of them left, is there... You can take, or leave the pride one once felt in them self as the lesson that it was. Is,. but you can never leave it... you can never leave yourself.
Jack R Fehlmann
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Jack R Fehlmann  44/M/Colorado
(44/M/Colorado)   
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