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Oct 2017
My future just dialed in with terrible news
the world was ending and there was nothing I could do
and I was shocked to find it was not because you left,
it was not jesus coming back to name my sins
the answer to this question, and many more, is inside each individual
like a philosopher, I often peel back surface layers in hopes there is something beneath what I fear most, IΒ Β think about the past and future as if an oracle put me to it-
I scan, ponder and reminisce on all of the mysteries I have unfolded and the ones awaiting me
to believe there is something better beyond my knowledge limits my willingness to adventure
I must find the better, the good of it all, and let it devour me-
I must crawl into the depths of the volcanoes and stay with the sacrificed,
I must give my enemies a piece of myself to feel whole again.

One must test limits to know where they stand in relation to who they will become.
-Every answer can be answered with a simple self examination.
Nicole Whitticar
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Nicole Whitticar
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