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Frightened, you looked at me your prize, your student a good study and agreeable, too making good progress Now pushed aside From across the interstate of your desk You stared, impotent A decision from above, no choice for me or for you Your mood slides down the slope You panic: you must not feel bad The brain must save itself from hurt You say things, rationalizations zoom through your brain and spurt straight from your mouth no censorship for my tender feelings The next day you are slumped in your power chair glasses dripping off your nose eyes stare vaguely at nothing The pulsing electric screen forgotten The next day your head in your hands oblivious to your surroundings Should I check your pulse? I didn't want to offend I was wrong It wasn't cruelty It was just a scared man trying to save his own feelings
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC
You Were Sad, Too
Frightened, you looked at me your prize, your student a good study and agreeable, too making good progress Now pushed aside From across the interstate of your desk You stared, impotent A decision from above, no choice for me or for you Your mood slides down the slope You panic: you must not feel bad The brain must save itself from hurt You say things, rationalizations zoom through your brain and spurt straight from your mouth no censorship for my tender feelings The next day you are slumped in your power chair glasses dripping off your nose eyes stare vaguely at nothing The pulsing electric screen forgotten The next day your head in your hands oblivious to your surroundings Should I check your pulse? I didn't want to offend I was wrong It wasn't cruelty It was just a scared man trying to save his own feelings
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC
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