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The ebb and flow of the tide tugs at my mind. I have not forgotten that I am resistant to wavering, but I turn and I wade through, against the current of my rationality, and the dissonance of my mind. I'm caught in the undertow of my capricious whims, underwater. But the music whirls and I falter- a real step slides away from my foot. ~ A fall on the stairs and a bloody nose. Overshadowed by other concerns. You should be more irrational. The very decision that was for my "betterment" has brought me more pain. Who is there to pick me up? Noone. Forgive me,- I am pious, I am pious. Forgive me. |