An old poem about not looking forward to something, even though it's for the best.

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🌱 Yeah.

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I wrote this in 2003. Unbeknownst to me at the time, #EpsteinIsland was 1998-2019. Maniacs have run rampant for too long, have far too much power, and bear too little responsibility. #ReleaseTheFiles

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An old poem. I really did love that chair.

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🌱 Indeed.

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This is quite an old one.

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🌱 I think about words a lot. I love them.

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🌱 I've been wanting to write this poem for a while.

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🌱 Brand new. Real-time advice from my strong self to my broken self.

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I'm sort of feeling this today, though I wrote it long ago.

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Another older poem. I think it may be dating itself.

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This is an old one.

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🌱 Pockets of meaningless existential discomfort are a too-oft part of the human condition, even without external challenges. I find the exercise of articulating it is, if not healing, at least mildly soothing.

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🌱 A recent poem.

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I particularly enjoyed making the artwork for this poem.

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This is an old poem, many thousands of days ago now...

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🌱 I'm glad this poem could finally be written.

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This poem is quite old. It also originally came with a melody.

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An old poem. I'm a little blurry atm myself.

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🌱 A persistent sensation lately.

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