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breanna-evans
25/F/West Virginia Bipolar Mixed II, / Anxiety, / Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,, / all these diagnoses have been ascribed to my behavior, but I do not allow any of them to define me
The road is long, The wait is short.
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
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Here The stillness Moves near Keep it close Don’t let go What you’ve Been searching For Doesn’t exist No one has Everything It invades Present Happiness Just throw Away Idealistic Notions Try to be Here Now...
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
Ideals
As above, so it is below Do you feel the vibrations? Now, what is it that you know? Is this your truth, obscured by sacred words Spoken from the mouths of unwashed Beasts Dressed up, disguised As Monks, Poets, and Priests? It's all very simple Orderly and neat The Universe is a closed system You must look within If it is Truth that you seek You have always been Therefore, you will always be
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
The First Law and f(z)=z^2+C
Can your humanity transcend your intellect? Can your love outlive your mind? Can your reasons put your excuses to rest? Can your vision survive being blind? Can you rise above the factual? Can you see beyond what’s plain? Can you journey inside to find yourself? Can you feel —beyond pleasure or pain? (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Feeling Beyond
I won't lay my towel on the garage floor I won't do it For you, no more Orange stripes Pink flecks 'neath seven year old flesh I won't lay my towel on the garage floor
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
The floor
money, love, power, fame everybody is looking for something
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Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
something
patient kind not jealous not boastful not proud not rude not demanding of its own way not irritable not keeping record of wrong not rejoicing in injustice
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
love is
dance little baby, dance up high, never mind baby, mother is by; crow and caper, caper and crow, there little baby, there you go; up to the ceiling down to the ground, backwards and fowards,round and round dance little baby and mother shall sing with the merry coral ding ding ding
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC
the baby's dance
it's said if you ain't first, you're last, so I keep going 'til I crash then wake the morning with a grin to burn through all that **** again I never wake up feeling good but reason why is understood although I know it brings me pain i'm not complete if I don't train
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
burn