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What does it feel like
To be understood?
The nausea of it all
The seek of the release
It keeps going on and on
There is no ending
I hang by a thread
And I can never turn back
A terrace I never chose to wander
Crossed eyes my sister watches
It never stops
I remember it all
Like it's my own memory
But it's not her recollection
Flashes of the burgundy floral couch
Still, haunt me before my understanding
I remember it all but not through my eyes
All above
Outta my body
This is my story.

Why does history repeat itself?
Everyone is quiet
Some sort of cushionionary tale
Eire whispering tails of death
The third-generation curse
A complication
My body relives her fear
Cause no one acknowledges her pain
She's forgotten in the heat of it all
Shadows cast away her life
Until one day she couldn't take it anymore.

Even in death, she lives in the dusk of the moon
There is blood on her name
There is blood on your hands

I am safe, I am safe
All I ever wanted to hear was that I was okay
Baby, it’s okay
It’s okay.
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It is only a thought away
It is just a heartbreak away
It is a loss away
It is a smoked mind
A fearful heart
It is a mist of something wrong
A total distant soul
Starts in the mind moves its way into the form
Not one sign of connection insight
Creating a wall in between the ones closest to you
Confusing you, they are all enemies
No one will ever understand you

Anxiety
Tied me up in a terror
Wrapped me and squeezed me bleeding
I can not see indefinitely
My hearts racing and I have no clue why
Deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole I go
Losing any sign of a glow
You convinced me
Now even becoming my only friend

Anxiety
Is the total loss of control
So far gone I never thought I could go
For trying to hold it all
Thoughts I'm embarrassed to say
The hatred of it all
It is the judgment therefore all
It is trusting no one
But constantly holding on by a hair
Praying no one will strike a twine
Cause all is fragile
And every word is a knife
A blade and some
Whispering to me
Searching for a release
Never able to see the other way
And I'm far removed
So what's the use of it all...

My dear,
Take a deep breath
You have survived this far
Because of yourself
Learn compassion
Learn to love
And connect the body mind and soul
Have a little faith within
Forget the shame
You are not alone
Have a little more strength
To know you can't fight this alone.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
I spent a lot of time
Proving
I spent a lot of time
For causes
For a higher calling I guess
All I ever wanted was to connect
To find a puzzle piece that was missing within
Connecting the to this
Connecting to that
When all I ever needed was to connect to me.

You are so ahead of your past times
Not from this realm
More like a bunch wings always free
My love, you suffer from severe amnesia
You have already been through this pathway
Remembering your singularity
You are enough
More than enough
With mystical touches of mystery
You are an intuitive sensitive child
Moving through obstacles with style
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise
Better yet, don't let anyone show you otherwise
You put in passages and the stance
It shows ceremonies of healing dreams
A dream of their disappearance
And your reappearance
Despite the manifestation
You are a sweeping force
Carrying yourself
Reminding yourself
The ones that got away
Rewind one more last time
Turning the pages
You got away

You may have held my hand for a while
But I hold my heart forever
The true balance of being tamed and instinctive
Finding the primal practice of soul healing craft
My love is all I need to feel complete
It is written into the stars and drawn into destiny.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Home is where the heart lives
I guess that is where my essence always stayed
In the thousand countryside catching the summer air
Composed of love spills out the little touches
The dawn days your always there
Open arms full of fondness snuggles
Your eyes declare true sympathy and tenderness
Oh with other words seem to get in the way
While you’re full of wisdom and appreciation
Tan skin in the sun oh how, you are so delicate
I adore meeting here with you
All of the worries of the upcoming months dissipate
As we grow it all feels more grande
Summertime fills the ambiance
Feels of silk thread roll across fields
Always playing’
Always attachin’
Lingering hips
“You are my best friend.”
All the calm in the world doesn't need lyrics to reveal
Oh how you are my daylight, and no midsummer is as warm as you.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Oh the truth
Is hard to be straight
So let's just let them assume
Until ends break
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
Look a little closer
The letters in between
Lay in postures and faces and time
With one look we would miss out on design
One distraction into another loss of attention
So look no further cause the secrets of life has always been beyond here
In between looks and eyes but we deliberately choose noise and little screens.
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Don't tell anyone about me
I am our little secret
And if you do well, you'll just feel awful
Because I am meant to live inside you
I can exhibit fantasies you could never envision
Packed with terrors and bloodshed rifles
All of my darling things
I'm afraid you are mad there's no fleeing now
So I urge you to do as I say
Keep this secret between me and you.
Chapter Three: The Whistleblower
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