Jesus
I’m so dumb
Why can’t I think of the consequences
If you know who I am
Forgive me
But do not forget
I can’t keep bashing myself in

In the morning, I wear my happy face
Applied like makeup to mask the truth
Sometimes I wear it to bed, for it helps me sleep
How can something so false provide so much comfort?
Behind my mask lies my true self
Like a deep cut; it's only healing is but a bandaid
Take off my mask, rip off my bandaid, wash away the makeup
But it hurts too much
In the morning I wear my happy face

Before life, we were souls waiting for a physical form to call our own

Shapeless phantoms floating about the universe, marveling at gaseous clouds

No mind, no body, all connected

The immortal soul bending and weaving through all of us attached

Before life, there was us

Is this the first stage to something great?
Or the first stage to a long, dark road
Am I waiting for a response to these questions
Or do I already know

Find what you are passionate about
Find what makes you happy
Life is what you make it
So make it a good one

Find your discovery of meaning
Find your addiction
Life is what you make it
So go out and get it

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