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Wishful Thinker

LETTURE 17,206
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Parti 73
Tempo 52m

LETTURE 17,206
Voti 1,859
Parti 73
Tempo 52m

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/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams .

"you don't understand me, you never do
you never see words the way I always do
now I will bombard you with words
see if you will ever be lost for words"

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I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

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This is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'journal'; One word-Thanks. :) -Yet Another Aspirer

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