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Astonishing.                          Amazing.    How Brilliantly Blind. How could you see so clearly?                  Yet be walking,                                               talking,                        acting     With no vision.                                No direction. Selfishly stumbling                                No where. You got it,                   head on,                                   one nail drive.             BAM Except not the right words.               But the cry was evidently heard. The point made,                               Message Found Home. So where the reaction?                                        Where the care? As if it matters...                      Do you even still read? Am I attempting to communicate with a                                     Wall? Either way                     I'd like to say Thank You                      and **** You. Though which the stronger sentiment?                   Don't Care. Whichever makes you feel better.        I could list all the reasons to                       Thank, Shake your hand,                                express gratitude. Those uplifting,                              generous, Soul searching, and                                     Questioning Rise to Self                       Expressions That which you do not know you                         Employ.        Is Not Deserved. Would not be                          Recognized.                                                 Legitimized.            Just shrugged off.                                         Not taken to                                                                Heart. So those words exist                                     as Wind Whistling through your life,                                                    waiting for you to pay attention. Make sense of that noise,                                         Take comfort in the frigid air. But you won't.                            So                                         I won't.                                                         Finally. Oct 1, 2013
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
Despair.
Astonishing.                          Amazing.    How Brilliantly Blind. How could you see so clearly?                  Yet be walking,                                               talking,                        acting     With no vision.                                No direction. Selfishly stumbling                                No where. You got it,                   head on,                                   one nail drive.             BAM Except not the right words.               But the cry was evidently heard. The point made,                               Message Found Home. So where the reaction?                                        Where the care? As if it matters...                      Do you even still read? Am I attempting to communicate with a                                     Wall? Either way                     I'd like to say Thank You                      and **** You. Though which the stronger sentiment?                   Don't Care. Whichever makes you feel better.        I could list all the reasons to                       Thank, Shake your hand,                                express gratitude. Those uplifting,                              generous, Soul searching, and                                     Questioning Rise to Self                       Expressions That which you do not know you                         Employ.        Is Not Deserved. Would not be                          Recognized.                                                 Legitimized.            Just shrugged off.                                         Not taken to                                                                Heart. So those words exist                                     as Wind Whistling through your life,                                                    waiting for you to pay attention. Make sense of that noise,                                         Take comfort in the frigid air. But you won't.                            So                                         I won't.                                                         Finally. Oct 1, 2013
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
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