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Ideas of reference

God, is it you? God, did he speak? If you spoke, can we really hear? It was like a stake through my heart Like a stroke of cold midnight Premonitions drenched in fear - should you listen to such things? How to know whose voice it is? I heard it say, "he doesn't love you" via small moves I felt it rip me apart, but maybe I wasn't attuned These little ideas of reference that take or break How to know who speaks? Do you speak the language they use? everyday carries what you've been looking for stay tuned, to the world's beat to the true things to what you can see! these moments when you can feel undoubtedly clear and let go of your fear, that's what it is!
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courtney-olanzapine
27 / F
For You?
Written by
courtney-olanzapine
27 / F
Published
Nov 4, 2020
Lines·Words
17·130
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#mental#illness#schizotypal#schizo#confessional#motivational#mind
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