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#126 What day is this that I should fail to see the sun again, and feel that I am getting something I do not deserve? What day is this that I should feel no pleasure save the mundane, and think that I am mistreated? Who sets these standards? The standards should be set by one who can fulfill them. What day is this that I should feel the need to be the bearer of such standards? Who gave me the pole? I cannot rise to the occasion if I am already on my tiptoes. I fret so. I make the false marks, and then declare them true. Stomp-struggle-smash-smile. Catharsis poem, and it worked. I'll be fine now. Have a nice day. |
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