Thursday, October 11, 2007

year after year

You really grow to hate the things which make you weak.
The little blockages your mind puts forth to keep you here, a biological advantage trait I'm sure, but one that frustrates.

You've seen the breaking points and worst felt them in every join, organ and cell.

The subtle irony of it all if the most frustrating thing of all, the weakness and this inert fear of pain, is what keeps you in pain. Year, after year, after year

Because lets face it, you'll never break it.
Never over come it
You'll be here until nature takes it from you in her own, sweet, long, time.

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