Sometimes I say things. Wished I hadn’t said. But I let it
stand any way. In writing. Because I know no shame. Funny, isn’t it? Because
that was me. At the moment. I could pretend. That I hadn’t said it. That I’m
really not so stupid. More honest than dumb. Don’t know if that’s a blessing.
Or a curse. Maybe neither. Does it really matter? I’m merely feeling my way. Through life. Which means. I’m naked. I expose. My mind.
Imagine that. Going through life. With a bare-naked mind. –Jim Broede
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