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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Friday, July 24, 2015. They cling to your body like wires. Controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements. They make others expect things from you. Controlling the way you speak, listen and emote. Do they make you who you are supposed to be? It is tough to cut them away. It is difficult to let go. Let them go and life might not be as complex. I feel...

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Friday, July 24, 2015. They cling to your body like wires. Controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements. They make others expect things from you. Controlling the way you speak, listen and emote. Do they make you who you are supposed to be? It is tough to cut them away. It is difficult to let go. Let them go and life might not be as complex. I feel...

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poetic illusions: April 2011

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. New day, innit? That word first it drove me madthe. First docs removed 226 uteruses, now go on strike . The India I want to live in. I have a dream tha. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. New day, innit? That word first it drove me mad. Then it made me feel understood and now it makes me miss the things. Same as I do now. Are my ideals very different from others?

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poetic illusions: January 2011

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Have you every had the urge to take a step back an. Saturday, January 22, 2011. Have you every had the urge to take a step back and take a look at things from the past and think to yourself WHY? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. There was an error in this gadget.

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poetic illusions: April 2014

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Wednesday, April 23, 2014. Do you ever read your old emails? I do at times and I wonder. I do not know how it came to pass. I do not know where I would be in times to come. I do not know how I got here from where I was. But I do understand that life goes on. These are questions that I fight. Where would I be had I not gone that road. Would I have been me?

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poetic illusions: September 2014

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. When your thoughts start leaving you. Monday, September 01, 2014. When your thoughts start leaving you. It is wonderful when your brain has one dominant logic, is'nt it? But does that really happen? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

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poetic illusions: Strings

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Friday, July 24, 2015. They cling to your body like wires. Controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements. They make others expect things from you. Controlling the way you speak, listen and emote. Do they make you who you are supposed to be? It is tough to cut them away. It is difficult to let go. Let them go and life might not be as complex.

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D's dilemmas

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Wednesday, 17 September 2008. How much of a compromise is too much? How much can you let pass, before it crosses the limit? Where is the limit? Where does one stop and say enough? How far are you willing to push yourself until you reach the end of your tether? When do second chances run out? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Mathematics of Marriage. A note to the leg-spinner and his captain.

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D's dilemmas: September 2008

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Wednesday, 17 September 2008. How much of a compromise is too much? How much can you let pass, before it crosses the limit? Where is the limit? Where does one stop and say enough? How far are you willing to push yourself until you reach the end of your tether? When do second chances run out? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The Mathematics of Marriage. A note to the leg-spinner and his captain. Bullish about this Poll?

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D's dilemmas: Without you!

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Sunday, 29 June 2008. What a fool i was, what a dominated fool,. To think you were the earth and the sky;. What a fool i was, what an animated fool,. What a mutt-headed dolt was i. No my reverberating friend,. You are not the beginning and the end. There'll be spring every year without you,. England still will be here without you,. There'll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea,. There'll be crumpets and tea without you! When did yo...

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D's dilemmas: face your fears

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Tuesday, 1 April 2008. This is one of the first times i've actually spoken. Unthinking, unknowing, in the flow of the conversation (that i was dominating, as usual. i need to start talking less, off late have ended up talking waaaay too much.) it just came out, out of nowhere, and i havent stopped thinking about it since. They say, face your fears and they go away, talk about it and it feels better, hell no! Lots of music, bright sunshine...

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D's dilemmas: and so it begins...

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Saturday, 15 March 2008. And so it begins. They said i should write, said it helps relieve and relive. here we are then, attempting to do just that. Now what remains to be seen is how long it actually lasts, hopefully this isnt it- the beginning and the end. You've started writing a blog! I hope you can keep posting regularly, will check it as and when possible. 17 March 2008 at 14:05. Http:/ simplysiddhartha.blogspot.com. And so it begins.

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D's dilemmas: June 2008

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Sunday, 29 June 2008. What a fool i was, what a dominated fool,. To think you were the earth and the sky;. What a fool i was, what an animated fool,. What a mutt-headed dolt was i. No my reverberating friend,. You are not the beginning and the end. There'll be spring every year without you,. England still will be here without you,. There'll be fruit on the tree and a shore by the sea,. There'll be crumpets and tea without you! Staying awa...

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D's dilemmas: Finally!!!

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Friday, 21 March 2008. Its an adaptation by Coelho,. When you really want something to happen,. The whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Mathematics of Marriage. A note to the leg-spinner and his captain. Learning how to spell (AGAIN). Off the Record.: Wake up Sunshine! Bullish about this Poll? Tot Ziens Eindhoven.Hoi Terneuzen. Whom would you do it for.

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D's dilemmas: March 2008

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Friday, 21 March 2008. Its an adaptation by Coelho,. When you really want something to happen,. The whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true". Sunday, 16 March 2008. Whom would you do 'it' for. Do it for the one in the mirror". But spare a thought for the one in the mirror? Gone, and yes it is. So how about, for once, do it, whatever "it" is, for the one in the mirror, for the one that'll be around and so that you can confide...

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D's dilemmas: Whom would you do 'it' for....

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Disconnected descriptions, random ramblings and arbit assumptions. Sunday, 16 March 2008. Whom would you do 'it' for. Do it for the one in the mirror". But spare a thought for the one in the mirror? The one who shows you everything the way it is, the one truly honest face, irrespective of the situation, who'll look back at you and show you the thoughts, you'd much rather avoid. The one who mirrors how far you've. Gone, and yes it is. Dont fume. :D. 22 September 2008 at 23:52. Lots of music, bright sunshi...

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I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Friday, July 24, 2015. They cling to your body like wires. Controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements. They make others expect things from you. Controlling the way you speak, listen and emote. Do they make you who you are supposed to be? It is tough to cut them away. It is difficult to let go. Let them go and life might not be as complex. I feel...

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