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Last week, on a particularly dark Sunday; With only a permit between me and eternity; I exhaled and it was gone. Gone was the hurt and anger and pain Gone was self-doubt and anguish and fear Gone was the guilt and regret and self hate Because gone was me Not my body, or my mind Not my love or appreciation Those were expanded, exponentially. No I literally mean me. The guy driving, the pilot The Great and Powerful Oz, I pulled back the curtain and no one was there. And I was absolutely ecstatic In a rush of pure love The talking head exploded and a butterfly took flight "I think he's really gone this time" Good riddance.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Good Riddance
Last week, on a particularly dark Sunday; With only a permit between me and eternity; I exhaled and it was gone. Gone was the hurt and anger and pain Gone was self-doubt and anguish and fear Gone was the guilt and regret and self hate Because gone was me Not my body, or my mind Not my love or appreciation Those were expanded, exponentially. No I literally mean me. The guy driving, the pilot The Great and Powerful Oz, I pulled back the curtain and no one was there. And I was absolutely ecstatic In a rush of pure love The talking head exploded and a butterfly took flight "I think he's really gone this time" Good riddance.
Not rhythmic or pretty but neither am I.
#goodbye#hesgone#happy#noregret#life#love#transcendance#awakw
Arjuna
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Arjuna
52/M/Canada
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
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