Have I offended and caused you great pain?
Why won't you talk with me?
Is it because of the trifling rain,
that you can't walk with me?
Am I impatient, an endless refrain,
over and over I hear your voice calling
me, calling my name.
Evangeline
Possibly, it is an instinctive device of my spirit to relieve itself from the cruel weight and hardness of reality.
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