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Conditioning
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Conditioning And with it I feel the strain of the everyday, regretting how the intent always shifts to touch me in my climb that has taken so long and leaves little doubt to where I am headed. I chance more than should be allowed, and a restless sleep masks my losses, feeling shallow, always, in its wake. I strain my eyes through the prisms, distortion ( natures gift )and in its teachings I can accept the imperfections knowing the consequences of. I am walking in the rain, the voice of the night telling tales fabricated for my ears only. And as I compete for my own voice, I am conditioned to the morning fog. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Enjoyed I’m often in a fog of mourning myself, To accept the imperfections certainly is challenging, isn’t it? Gloom |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
and here you write me yet again: "I am walking in the rain, the voice of the night telling tales fabricated for my ears only. And as I compete for my own voice, I am conditioned to the morning fog" *touching the screen* nodding  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I relate |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And with it I feel the strain of the everyday, regretting how the intent always shifts to touch me in my climb that has taken so long and leaves little doubt to where I am headed. This touches, dear lady... I think many of us know that fog. Excellent write! |
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