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Jan 2016
It's no wonder I get drunk sometimes this reality *****.. Some days I rather swim in a bottle with my delusions and forget all the pain that's come from being insane. My struggles are internal never ending battle the ying and the yang make sense to me now. Doesn't change what's behind and in front of me though. It's the here and the now that's got me spinning around. Angles and perception got me dropping my crown.. of ego. Flesh is in torment of what I'm depriving it now. My souls to great for this body to be locked down. Minds conditioned in the way of the world, body follows suit.. These chains continue to drop leaving me open and raw to the reality of my destiny and I know it just comes down to me. Can I live up to what my souls meant to be or will fall to the heals of the heeping herd of sheep. Stampeding through life without a conscious clue of what they do. Pointing fingers never taking blame. Living on the surface. Worshiping the fame. Doing what their told. Believing what they read. Letting the master plan unfold with ease. It's pathetic and sad.. My only truth is in my heart so I'll just let it bleed if that's what needs to be. Buh bye to that bottle it's only brought me grief.. Live and let love Peace.love and Harmony xo thanks for the read.
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
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