a friend suggested that if one writes from the heart, the content will take care of itself

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they are everywhere sitting their snares, hoping you are unaware they are trying to trap you

how nice it would be if people would ” live and let live”, but it isn’t happening

the tendency is to meddle and put their nose, hands and feet where they don’t belong

the best help you will ever receive won’t feel like help at all, someone’s presence and quiet support works wonders

it will be later that you understand and appreciate their silent power

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i managed to maneuver away from the landmines for the better part of the day, but i stepped on one this afternoon and pulled the pin myself because i had enough

after trying to explain to the mine layer that I was plum tuckered out of trying to act in a mature adult fashion, they put it down anyway…………and that was that

i am not justifying my explosion…………………….even a child knows better than to put your hand in the cage of a tiger that has been pestered all day…………….okay,okay i was wrong

so the radioactive fallout is upon us and we will grow log faces and distorted features until we get tired and just start over

but nobody forgets and at nite we throw soft daggers in the dark, that don’t do anything but help us fall asleep and the next day we pretend we are whole as the silent wind races through us launched by eyes that say ”your still an asshole” to which another set sends back the wind echoing ”there is blood on your hands, it didn’t wash off, but of course you are the innocent lamb baaaaaaaaaaaah”

people are wires that will stick you if you get to close, but you manage the loss of blood the best you can and label it a ” relay   shun   ship, on a good day and a…………… relay      some       shit   on a rough one

my friend looks over the text and says” I reckon it’s not pretty, but at least it’s real, watch where you step”