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Nov 2014
My father said the other day
with a sad smile
his calloused fingers ran through my hair,

"You feel too deeply:
it is both a blessing
and a curse."

"Blessing?" I inquired.

He had no answer.
His hand gently provided more weight
and suddenly I knew.

It is not a blessing
to be different from the majority
from pragmatic individuals
who superficially skim over events
--that hurt, injure, sadden-- me.

No;
it is a curse.
Listening to this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vzx1ZXdAkUc
I adore instrumental music. They are so relaxing and wonderful to listen to.
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