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April 14, 2014
Divided off, forced to see, pushed into the corner, fallen to the bottom, made to watch what cannot be watched by seeing the need to look away, where being alive is merely feeding needs aplenty shouting their missives from the core of skull, but now, from within all barriers, from that place of pure vulnerability, comes the voice heard long ago before the need to quash it rose like a bellowing leviathan, the voice calling you to task, to the simplicity and complexity of being here, now, present and awake, without agenda beyond living inside a life without a mask.