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I walk these lonely streets filled with those that pass me by. Dont try to speak, wont catch my eye. Am I really walking here? Or can it be I've disappeared!
It’s an  Anxiety   That doesn’t  Need to be diagnosed  But it’s felt And it’s known Like Brown 
Computers, iPads, iTouches, iPhones, laptops, PCs, smartphones, dumbphones, MP3 players, ereaders,  What's next...Mind Readers? Blinking, vibrating, buzzing, singing, ringing, tapping, zapping, drumming,
We are just waiting for that time when
In the end we are nothing but bones-     it’s funny how death and time ride a tandem bicycle  (time always steers- as impatient as always- death always pedals- ever present-)  
Change is what drives this world. Nothing stays a constant speed. Every heart beats differently. Minds rearrange themselves. People speak obscure words. Friends say "I'll have you're back, No matter what I've got you." I say "Let's be real here,  
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