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May 2014
You felt heavy.
So tearful and red in the face.
In such a mess.
You don’t mean any of this.
It’s wild words.
You are just not a violent person.
You've simply got to live.
Be what you really like.
You've got to bear it.
There’s so much suffering in the wold, awful senseless insoluble suffering.
Your suffering has sense, if you go on.
And even if sometimes it feels like pretending, it can heal.
It can heal you.
And it won't be pretense because it’s the only way, and the only true way.
If you start hurting people and smashing things every sort of anger and chaos and lies will follow.
You can’t be violent.
You can’t be violent.
Maerius J Porter
Written by
Maerius J Porter  Cosmos, MN
(Cosmos, MN)   
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