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Nov 2019
Listen to your inner demons who cry out wanting to become souls that you can’t grow away from, not for long, but in the moment  encapsulating your mind and joy outside of free will. the price to pay is a life where days spent are just added to the rest of the collection of baggage you carry on a daily and they don’t seem to pickup the trash anymore. Listen to your heart, learning you lessons of self taking the first step into intuitive inception. Is your life not one to fight for? We all coexist on this earth, yet you would be willing to give your last breath to breathe, did you not know it was one of the first gifts given to you? Innate as a function it is your body’s first choice to live and never was yours to give away like passing out flyers on a Saturday morning. Stop wasting time to celebrate in this race you were never behind in, for you are the only one in your lane and can fill these shoes to make it to the finish line. There is hope at the end of the tunnel, just remember that you are the light who’s lost it’s spark. It’s never too late pick up where you left and start again, laying down ground you never knew could exist. The pivot of a mind is literally ground breaking, quaking solid foundations to set your paths straight. Stop resting, for you can’t enjoy life unless you’re awake. This is knowledge to gain in order to change your ways, inviting you to a new beginning.
Thoughts at 3AM.
Jarel Allen
Written by
Jarel Allen  Omaha
(Omaha)   
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     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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