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

thanks.
 — 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

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