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i have too many things. amongst them no mercedes or the like, but i find it ironic that a new mercedes puts you more firmly planted than no car at all. surely i need some of these things.
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Far too many for my liking, its getting to the point that they are all becoming meaningless, if things keep going the way they are either all, or pretty much all of them will be cast off, and a new life formed, or I'm gonna crack.
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kx21
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What happened to your attachments after you go to Heaven?
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Grievance
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It's dependance, (dependence?) and doubts. Cluttering over each other as they heave toward fortune. They felt right. But, I don't think they acted right. If I'm attached to you, I'm dependent upon you. So many things we string behind us, to dangle there. We have to haul them around with everything else. Then they make sounds as we move, even so we're not always aware they're there. Yet, it doesn't feel like home without an attachment. Nothings yours, and you'd just drift endlessly. Free, yes. But burdened still, by your own plagues of doubt, that surfaces like the tides when the moon gets close. In getting close to the moon (freedom) you only cover more up (the tides). I hope I don't drown, the moon looks so pretty reflected on the water. Even if this was a placid lake, there's still a tide. And the moon looks ever so much more alluring. --please, understand the communication.
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mourningstars
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i am a keeper of secrets dire and dread i make no bond i cannot sever at the drop of a pin this is the road to hell and i walk a little further every night
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ilovepatsajak
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i get really attached to people or things and it always drives them away. even though i act like i'm not attached, they still go away. then i get so angry and say that i'll never do it again but i always do and it just keeps happening. it has never not happened. my life is great expectations.
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ilovepatsajak
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i'm at an awful age i'm at an awful stage we don't stand a chance it's the death of true romance when a glance was just a glance we don't stand a chance -the sheila divine
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oldephebe
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i get that
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oldephebe
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oh here's a thought - are our attachments to so called things really an expression of our own emotional or pyschological fixations and hence addicted to the said emotional/physical psychological subset of responses and associations..and hence in essence an artifact of our very own solipsism...so that we are in fact addicted, attached to our own illusory constructs, we are then on the knees upon the shards of glass worshiping at the temple of our own self constructed representative attachments...worshiping our own response to said object that in and of itself constitutes nothing... ...
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silentbob
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i am frowning as hard as i possibly can
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Lemon_Soda
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Yes, oldphebe, actually thats exactly what it means. Reread Consensual_Reality if you get the chance.
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unhinged
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lessons_in_attachment
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what's it to you?
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