The message read call back in a day or two, but you've gone and waited for too long. You slipped in the grass, the feeling will pass.
Did you veer off course from what you were expected to; accomplishing a means less than intent? These issues accrue, I do it too.
Waking up provided seems so plain to see, enough to measure worth in falling asleep. When the inflows attack, put the need in the bag.
I stood to gain something out of coming here, but it seems I made it depend on a possession of tact. This place is too packed.
A viewing from afar exposes truth and lie as something not more less but one and the same. It takes the two to weigh a thought and formulate if it measures up to what you've been taught. Mutate, know what is going through whatever choice you choose to make. Or not, so long as it counts for now way down from somewhere.
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