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I'm unsettled this morning, for some reason. While only very recently awake, I can't help feeling as though some how, some time, I've crossed a boundary, that I've transgressed something that shouldn't have been transgressed. I don't know; it's weird and uncomfortable.

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Off and on for a while now, I've had the reprise from "Rock and Roll Suicide" rattling around in my head. Today, it's there in full force. My subconscious doesn't like stoicism, but today it seems all too easy to dismiss the message as wishful thinking.

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atrophy never comes when you want it

The darker part of myself remains powerful, quick, and agile, despite a short absence.

Brutus, I am not

Stoicism is getting harder. Is whining the negative corollary?