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      Sometimes I dream of myself sitting in a white room, with equally white noise.
 
  The kind of room with no doors, no windows. The kind of sound that is constant but barely noticeable. It's a place of obscurity where no comfort can save you. If I could hear my own exhalation for all eterity, until I collaspe into nothing, this would be it. It would be this room. It would be this noise. The cutting shards of gray The abyss of not knowing.  | 
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      sometimes we need to not know-the answers will come 
      
welcome and thanks for posting   
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      Very true, need to work on my patience, never been my forte.  =)
     
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     Very true, need to work on my patience, never been my forte. =) I'll admit, not mine either...but it seems to get better the older I get   
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     "patience, never been my forte" Welcome to my world.....sigh.... nice piece...Im reminded of the movie "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden".....  | 
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     "patience, never been my forte" Welcome to my world.....sigh.... nice piece...Im reminded of the movie "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden"..... I can see where you made the mental patient connection. Im sane though I promise ... -twitch--twitch- -crazy eyes- Whoa.. hate when that happens.  | 
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