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Not Ourselves.
 
Effected by the non-fulfillment of plans, weeks go by yet no solid form is taking shape;no matter how often our goals are interfered with the role call of emotions are out front for
all to see. Resting at night takes hours and the lack of control brings one down; non-speaking is
the example of trouble within, viewing all the angles over and over, fearing something was over
looked.

Not Ourselves.

You hear the near voices of pleading, trying to calm you before there is an over load;
changes so often seem to twist reality making motion, yet, standing still. Our verbal expressions want
to be more than just heard we want them to move time and progress, not, wishing to hurt anyone on
any terms,venting becomes difficult to control, fully believing in the end statutes will prevail, balance
must prevail.

Not Ourselves.


Written May 5.1994. Exeter. NH.


*This how I felt today, after I found out today my new apartment will not be ready until July2 after
being told the move in papers would be signed this coming Wednesday.

By Truenobleman

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