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We meet again my deaf mute friend, my cheap ass therapy
How to begin is what I ask, so many things to say
Let’s start a week ago or maybe just an hour
It matters not I hear her say just let it flow, no form or meter needed
Well here it goes my tale of woes I’ve brought upon myself

It seems tonight a slander proved itself quite true
Half finished thoughts escape my mind and hurt the ones around me
I guess I knew from past encounters that faceless chatter kills me

It’s been my theme all week, the sage advice I got was slow yourself and see the things around you
And so I breathe and meditate and I’m glad to say it helps
I write it out and see it then for what it is
I also walk the dog to work some off, small angers and aggression

The only thing that I can do is let it be for now
And remember the words of my Arab friends, Boochra Ensha’Allah
Tomorrow it will be, if it is what God has written

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