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Plenty of things are going on, and this is just a reminder to myself to keep it in mind. First off I'd like to say not working is the best. This week alone I took two sick days, when I was never really sick. Next week should be off but there happens to be one day that is going to keep people coming. Most people from work are taking that day sick. For me I'm going to need to skip it or stay with it. No vacation days left for me. I've had a long year. It's just not finishing.

Secondly, feedback on old times- parts 1 & 2. I really wanted to talk about them, but there's not much more I can add. However I believe a little explanation is in order. The real story is behind the making of it. To skim over some of the points quickly they are the first free thought notes where I managed to remove all restrictions. The reason is that they were never intended for anyone else to read. However one of my friends caught a glimps of them and started telling me what really caught his eye. Ever since then I thought of ways to start up my own little story that hopefully will add itself up to something big.

When I actually began this blog I wasn't sure how to roll with it. It's become more like a naration of my thoughts and the process in which I get to them. In doing so, alot of what I say makes sence on the spot, but compleat B.S. If you go through it again. Going back to my past I found that to be even more so true. There is so much information it stops making sence. Even when you look at it as a whole it's inconclusive. No real point other than the rant itself.

When faced with a paper and a pen my words flow free,
When face to face even with a friend I'm not really me,
Tried hard to achieve something new,
Found that I've not got a clue,
Don't stop stay steady,
Always be ready.
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And when the time is right let go.
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Time is right now always,
No quesions can a raise,
I might not have control over it all,
But I'm always ready to fall,
Then get up to start again,
I stoped fearing the pain.
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That stop that wait,
All it does is irritate,
The climb back is long,
Keeping in mind where I went wrong,
Over and over till it gets done,
Only to find there's another one.
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A different path unforeseen,
Life can be really mean,
But I learn I grow,
Everchanging what I know.
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It was time that held me back,
Trying to hold on to my track,
My record its going to grow,
A small blossom in the snow,
An abstract impossibility pushed by hope,
The every day challenges-with them I must cope.
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Seeking for the unknown with nothing unturned,
Unearthed, untouched, unboxed, or anything concerned,
All the same but diffrent because I'm on trial,
Through me it affects my identy my style,
Not just what I say but how where why and when,
Every part requestioned and rated over again,
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Little by little things seem more clear,
The more you know the less you fear,
All introduction leading up to this,
Yet something seems a bit a miss,
The final tally the goal reached,
There is no answer to what I seeked.
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Past present future there the same,
Moving forward is the rule of the game,
Looking back is for those who want to learn,
What's the next step and where to turn.
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For those curiouse to know part three of the old me. You have to wait for a while, to give it the effect the style. Tommorow is just another day, but can be a start to something diffrent.