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I thought I knew myself well.
I thought I left all my troubles
neatly in piles
in the dark corners
the recesses of my mind
not disturbing anyone
not in the way
neglected
forgotten
dusty with age
cobwebs intact...
yet staring out this window
as life goes blurring by...
I realize that
silence sometime deafens
eyes cannot always see
worries... left at the door... don't always stay still.