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Feb 2018
Your eyes, your truth, your brain, your mental state, your situation, your lies, your actions, your sacrifices, Your cemichals, you're looking for someone to understand.
This is why we try to connect with other and find simalarity, but I found the more I look for people to 'get it' the less I'm accepting the fact no one will ever fully understand. We are all different and we all have our differences. You see and experience your own exsistance and no one else does. This is why I stopped talking about my problems and failing to connect with people. They won't understand so why burden them with a hypothetical emotion.
But that doesn't mean I stop. That means I continue to grow within myself and find strength and love to gift to other. Life itself and all living beings always have just beenΒ Β one disgustingly beautiful peice of art.
This isn’t meant to be sad or depression, but it’s rather just something I am currently experiencing that I had yet to explain to the world (from my perspective)
Keely
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