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Middle age angst, existential angst, performance anxiety

In the grinder Wearing away between Things have been said and done Wearing away between Past and present Wearing away without Seeing the light in the end Wearing away groping about In a dark tunnel aimless When I look in your eyes I see you're wearing away Holding onto shadows of feelings You can hardly remember Brooding over that holy word Happiness not understanding Where it went And now I can't help Anymore you're worlds away It's so sad seeing you Wearing away

What I have is better than I ever could have imagined; you are so much more real.

My days are filled with dandelion shells, having already been blown by soft breath. The stalks, thus empty, lie barred on my desk, next to the window...

Walking I hold the view shimmering in the backdrop of my eye (before this there was a root that sprouted and reached far inside br /> there is no need for needless thought only a calm.

As he neared the gates, he could hear a great hand clap; looking backwards he found the master using his finger as a sign of silence.

The lights are all off And my incomprehendible, half - alive candle flames Hardly do the job of visibility... Strange, yet, I see things in a clearer...

Making love first time, Rule one - "Handle with care".