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I am not in the mood to be here.
I would rather be somewhere else
writing, playing, listening to others
play, surrounded by talent.
Yes, I think I am on the verge
of proving myself to be true.
For only someone who is true could
have such a love inside as I do,
could be inflamed by the very thing.
But there is not time for such things
to a full time human, like I have
become. I cannot write words here
any longer, my hand now beats as
violently as my heart. Thank you
for your time.
© 1988 john r. chase