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Such a concussion—
a huge blow to the head,
them being bored of
how easy it was to figure
you out;
you wishing you remembered
your work amplified in ways you
were sorry you never heard of.
That seems to be the problem,
but how do you fix that, to where
you expand your own
library of accomplishments—
you try to read more into what made
you so successful, but you struggle
to do so,
because it seems you have reached
the end of your productivity, of other
people's sympathy, have climbed
to your peak and are incapable of
stirring up the procession
you used to have, but don't anymore.

18 Jul 08

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We all get figured out one way or another in the end

Larry unenigmatic lark
 — larrylark

i wish it wasn't true, but it seems that way. mystery doesn't stay for long.

 — listen

there's always a time for everything and its antithesis.
well-presented facts that prick needles into my thick cheeks.
: )
 — fractalcore

thanks Fractalcore.
 — listen

my pleasure.
: )
 — fractalcore