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at times I get consumed picked torn apart distracted by bits and pieces of myself instead of absorbing ..love it's when I forget it is me that is attached in so many more ways that I could ever be aware of until it gets ripped out of my heart the solid existence of my outward projections torn to shreds as if I was born for that and then I slowly remember who I am and I forgive myself for all the unintentional pain inflicted by my ignorance yet it is the only way to focus in on my fragile humanity experiencing everything that comes with the privilege of being born ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Paul Cadmus