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I pause from a moment to reflect the ideas that have permiated the cells of my brain.
I feel them coursing through my spinalcord, traveling through the nerves and saturating every fiber of my being.
I have spent too much time reasoning, not enough time executing.
Funny, that word exectution…
I reminisce on the times I had suicidal thoughts. Damn, there it is, execution.
How many times have I tried to…
I’ve forgotten the number just to cleverly tie the theme together. The need to be unique is never, simple acts of candid measures.
Gabriel K. Jones 