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The Pressure pressing down on me the weight of all the world, & all it's words. the weight of the words left unspoken, left behind by the needed. The conscious unconsciousness, restrains our imagination. Morality, restrains our actions. The need for order, restrains our inner chaos. We limit ourselves, because we feel pressure to do so. 14 pounds per square inch, of pressure from every direction. Holding us together, while keeping us down.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
The Pressure
The Pressure pressing down on me the weight of all the world, & all it's words. the weight of the words left unspoken, left behind by the needed. The conscious unconsciousness, restrains our imagination. Morality, restrains our actions. The need for order, restrains our inner chaos. We limit ourselves, because we feel pressure to do so. 14 pounds per square inch, of pressure from every direction. Holding us together, while keeping us down.
Even though I am posting this after "words left unspoken" this was the poem that inspired it I just didn't post it untill now.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
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