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Our lives, fraught with problems and issues, no matter, if we spend them blistering our fingers, as a farm hand in a tobacco field, or blabbering as a smooth talking executive on Wall Street, sustains us. Until we are able to face-whatever it is- that prevents us from moving onto another level of realizing those matters (disguised scenarios) simply don’t concern us in the least. Our indifference and disinterest scares the shit out of us and is much harder to deal with than the ‘smoke screen’ curtains we continually hang to shield us from the self-generated truth of not being drawn and quartered any longer. Sometimes, the dramatized, exhausted exterior screams for recognition but we simply turn away crying wolf in a defense to distract us! Battered and worse for wear, we all suffer-while we play the part so well-through the debilitating difficulties of living as a clueless, victimized human being. Our refusal to admit and release the accumulation of NO LONGER ENTERTAINING {seen that/done that} out-dated emotional baggage seems to smear and distort many convincing, crippling layers to our worn-thin psyches. Truth remains: We need de-ass and move on. Leave the past in the past; it has already left us.
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