horrible

its a horrible thing when you know its a horrible thing that has become an inescapable animal that lives inside you just under Adams rib, ability, potential and becoming. its growl is a meow and its splendid ermine coat is bilious rag out of comfort and not in style. but you catch yourself in the mirror wearing it as though it has years left on it that will negate the years you were in it as a wasting only if, a wasting if he’d just, a wasting why doesn’t he see, a wasting why doesn’t he know. Time takes its own time. It’ll never be learned as long as the heart remains unseen.

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