My temper is not born of temperament
It's existence is brief amidst my lifetime
The intensity of my disdain gains
Increasing the chaos in my mind
It's an arresting feeling
A bubbling of convictions
Sending my impulses reeling
Staggering my convictions
It signals helplessness
The endpoint of frustration
A primal restlessness
When derailed by situations
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This blog goes all the way back to 2005 and has postings from my old MySpace blog. It covers the majority of my 20s!
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