...and it will probably get more so.
I knew I was headed this way, before I knew.
I wrote about it, but didn't understand what I was writing.
Like a blind child scribbling out pictures of the shadows that haunt his inner vision...
but I didn't want to really believe it.
I screamed it out, and sounded so passionate about my knowledge of things.
It took more than knowing. It was hidden behind feeling.
There is a glass wall between me, and "them"; and I know not the language to speak to make them understand.
I was told I would feel connected to everything once I completed the course...
I must have missed a step.
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