Have you ever been wrongly accused - I mean, have you ever been presented with the notion that you may have done something which you're sure you haven't? Did this notion, as dense and dry as you may have thought it to be, plant a tiny seed in the back-of-your-head?
Perhaps / Possibly / Maybe you know what I am preaching about? Yes?
Did you feel the pressure when the seed took root in the doubt lining the underbrush of your cerebrum? Sprouting like tree roots ascending the surface of city streets and sidewalks, into the fresh air sunlight of conscious thought? Fertilized by your own insecurities and self-confidence short-comings, blossoming into false(?) realizations and actualization? Second, third, fourth guessing whether your neurons were accurately firing pre or post impregnation? Now or before? You can't have your cake and eat it too..
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Not me, I can. I'm not like the rest of them! I know what I am. My mind is hard and sturdy, branching out into broad beauty and brilliance. You can not just pluck me out of the ground, I've dug-down-deep.
Ignore the blatant over exaggeration of my own self assurance.
Whats with all these question marks, who put these here? Goddammit.
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