I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

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2.21.2015

*Instructions*

If a pet snail is kept unfed,
It fills up with want,
And feeling grown up packs its bags,
Places itself near the door
Escaping the first chance it gets.
Good luck catching it then,
Convincing it to forgive you,
That you never meant to starve it to death.

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